They looked like they knew each other, perhaps even travelling together, but no, they had only met a few minutes ago here at boarding gate 25 in an airport somewhere in Texas. The only thing they had in common - until now - was the ensuing flight to London.
Surrounded by a sea of iPads, cell phone, earphones and the like, these strangers were becoming friends, sharing stories of far away places, daring culinary adventures, cultural awakenings and inspiring friendships they have forged along the way. In some way I felt strangely invited to share a sneak peak of their adventures.
Surrounded by a sea of iPads, cell phone, earphones and the like, these strangers were becoming friends, sharing stories of far away places, daring culinary adventures, cultural awakenings and inspiring friendships they have forged along the way. In some way I felt strangely invited to share a sneak peak of their adventures.
Something about the lady with the Italian accent intrigued me. She was pulling a strange looking trolley so I asked her about it. "Where are you from?" she asked, curious about my accent. She wasn't familiar with Johannesburg, South Africa per se, but at the mention of it her face lit up with a beautiful memory, so she told me about it.
