Yangshuo: The Last Chapter.

Travelling...
Seeing, trying, smelling, hearing, coming and leaving, finding and losing.
Mostly I believe it's finding. Finding places, new flavours, new horizons, new people. Only the people, they always have to go (Ian said, I thought).
It's part of it.
They shall never be gone for too long though.
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The first night we all met we had a highly profound (!!!) debate on relationships.
Everybody who was sat at the table was single.
Self, in my quest for truth, chasing after adventures and beauty and life, not really looking for but finding.
Claudine, travelling, not looking for and not wanting even if anything was to happen.
And the rest openly admitting to be in search of a soulmate.
And perhaps we should all just admit it with no arms twisted.
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The hour was upon me.
Said bye to Claudine, Elliot, Rusty and the West Street (happy to have survived the sudden unexpected right hook from Capitalism), leaving with peace and love in my heart, surprisingly satisfied and content.
Ian walked me to the station. We held hands and talked a little and thought thoughts.
We said bye and we kissed.
And perhaps some day we will again...
...say goodbye?