Running into Backpackers Again and Again
It is funny, but the backpacker circuit is small. I see the same people again and again, countries away from where I met them. A guy I met on the train to Copenhagen had a travel route almost exactly the same to mine. Today, when I checked into my hostel, he was there, sleeping in the bed below me. Strange. I am meeting up in Salzburg with someone I met in Prague, meeting up in London with someone I met in Berlin, meeting up in Interlacken with someone I met here in Vienna. The backpacker circuit is so small, and I love it. It’s like an international family.