I've met quite a few interesting travellers over the years. In Amsterdam, The Netherlands, my travel mates and I were trying to find a bank when someone stopped me on the street corner and asked me for the time (in English, of course). So I glanced at my watch, read it to him. He looked a little bohemien, quite artistic, we sort of hit it off. Then he went away, and we stayed stopping at the traffic intersection. But he came back, and said, "That is the magic number." and he asked to take our pictures- he had this big Polaroid camera. I agreed and he did, and he got me to write the magic number on it. That was when it developed. And then he left, colours and dreadlocks, layed clothes flowing like a ribbon in the breezes.
I met a Korean man in Salzburg, and later learned he was a senior manager in a big record company from his biz card. He stroke up the coversation with me and asked for being my companion. We spent a whole day together because he insisted on strolling around with me. He behaved liked a real gentleman and invited me to take a carriage with him, have dinner with him and take a coffee in the castle with him. Even now I can`t help wondering why he was so interested in being with me even though I rejected all his nice offers and walked like wind when we strolled.
The old business card with the senior executive of a record company trick
Actually, he didn`t give me his biz card until we said goodbye.There`s his company email address on the card, so I think the person is a real one there.
Anyway, it was two years ago, and we don`t get in touch.
Hmm, hard one to choose. I met a guy in San Antonio that claimed to be the first U.S. born hockey player, and one of the members of the gold-medal winning 1960 US hockey team. I spent the afternoon drinking with him in a bar. After some research on Monday morning, I figured out he was lying. But damn, he knew a lot about hockey.
I met a stripper in San Antonio who I was trying to ...ummm... get friendly with. Turns out she was a crack-head, racist, bisexual who hated the US government because they took her children from her. She was 38 and already a grandmother. She wanted to sleep with Timothy McVay, the guy who blew up the Federal Building in Oklahoma City because she felt that kind of hatred for the government should live on. The worst part was, that I didn't get any action with her at all!
Another favorite was "$50,000 a year Frank."
I met Frank during an 8.5 kilometer hike through the Cabo Blanco national park outside of Montezuma, Costa Rcia. Prepared for a rough hike, I brought along a backpack with 3 liters of water, granola bars and nuts to eat for energy and a lot of sunscreen. Frank brought a 600ml bottle of Coke. The terrain was rough, up and down all day long in a hot and humid jungle. Frank was a 40-something asthmatic without his inhaler. All that being said though, Frank was a trooper and managed to walk the 8.5 kilometer round trip, though our group did supplement his supplies with some water and half a sandwich.
Frank lived in New York City, and had a bit of a chip on his shoulder when it came to the fairer sex. It seems that Frank hadn't had much luck with the ladies, and he was chalking it up to his lack of income – "The first question they ask you is what do you do? Lawyer, they'll talk to you. Doctor, they'll talk to you. You make $50,000 a year, they won't even look your way." It never occurred to Frank, I suppose, that part of his problem may have been his 1982 out of date wardrobe, his $7.50 Supercuts hair cut, his unfortunate choice of "Construction Worker from the Village People" moustache or his general attitude. Ah well, if nothing else, he provided entertainment on the hike in.
I wonder if any of the people I have meet, when asked this same question, would say me?
Firstly that stoned hippy with the dog cracked me up big time!
I've met a few, a couple spring into mind now tho...
The first was this guy in Sydney who was in the same dorm as me. He was in his 50's and a frequent traveller to Asia
He was just a really random man. He would make bizarre noises in his sleep..and not just via his mouth. & would often fall off the top bunk whilst sleeping!
He would also be insistant that I & others go to Asia sometime soon as I could get a meal, accomodation and a woman for dirt cheap. At every oportunity he would tell this to people, who were all generally very uniterested!
The other guy I thought of is a strange guy I had in a dorm in San Francisco. I think he had real issues. He would sit starring out of the dorm window for hours on end and not respond to any conversation. He also would sleep on the lower bulk and use his sheet to make a kinda fort out of his bed so no one could see in! It was quite a treat to see him assemble this thing!
Finally, I had a battery charger that Id plug into the wall every now and then..only to wake up and find it unplugged. Then I found out that he ketp unplugging it as the 2 red lights on it made him think the devil was watching him!!!
Needless to say I was glad to get out of there