My guests and I
When you open up a room in your home to complete strangers you automatically open up your world to new experiences and myriad stories. Rather than rely on my memory I decided to chronicle these experiences in this blog. There is something inescapably similar amongst solo travellers....they are all trying to find something that they could not in their homeland. Our first guest was a half-French half-Chinese lady who had had multiple breakups and had landed up with a man old enough to be her father. She seemed to be in search of her own true self. She was in town to interview the founder of an NGO....so moved was she by his story. Talking to her I discovered a lost soul desperately trying to make meaning of whatever she knows. We also had the good fortune to host a Scottish journalist in town for the football world cup, who filed copies late into the night and then rushed to attend the day's matches. Friendly and open, his reviews of the stay mention the home food and the ...