In Glasgow we met a Hungarian man who knew it all. He knew that we were too young to travel, that vegetarians are crazy, that all young girls want to meet Scottish men and that we couldn't take care of ourselves. But his most incredible claim was that there was no point in exploring the world. He'd been there done that of course, only to discover that every street, every shop, every building, in fact everywhere he went was all exactly the same. And we would only discover this once we got to his age. He felt he was doing us a favour, giving us some warning that it was all a futile venture. I don't know where he had been in his life but it can't have been far. I had a flatmate in Auckland
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