Her name’s Siobhan – (21, Cape Breton, Canada) – and she’s been my travelling mate for about half an hour.
We both happened to need a chat at the same time, while struggling to make the ancient computer at the Margarita hostel send an e-mail before it went into another coma.
And we both gave up at the same time, one of us just going ‘fuck it – I’m going to grab something to eat. Hey – want to come?’
And next we both went out in to the dull streets of this near-border town, but didn’t feel hungry anyway and decided to stroll the harbor instead.
Isn’t that enough to be travel mates, even if it only last for a few precious hours one random evening in your life?…