Patrick Ross was the most interesting of my various, all to brief aquaintences. A burnt-out violin prodigy , with an oversized goatee. He teaches music in Vermont, and is, from my observations a borderline alcoholic. He disapeared sometime on a friday night, after babbling drunkenly in french canadian (which he speaks fluently) for an hour. As expected, I didn´t see him again. There is a strange complicity that often develops among longer term travellers, an unconscious understanding that goes beyond the norms of conventional social conduct. Often a complete stranger will become your most loyal companion or most trusted friend, within the space of a few hours. Inevitably, as is the general idea when travelling, one of you moves on. Maybe email adresses are exchanged, or vague plans to meet up are discussed, but the unspoken
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