Nice folk, the Marmoys.
They have a strange gift though.
We had a nice chat leaving Siagon, a city of 7.7 million. It was a pleasant coincidence to see them again, a thousand kilometres away, in beautiful Hoi An. A third time in the old capital, Hue. A fourth in Hanoi, a city of 2 million. A fifth somewhere else, where they saw us and we passed on by oblivious to the cosmic significance of it all. A sixth on one of five hundred junks in the Halong Bay.
We shared squid and tales of Swindon, Bristol and Perth; of office furniture, midwivery and factory fit outs.
Call it coincidence or call it fate.
I am sure we will meet again.
They have a strange gift though.
We had a nice chat leaving Siagon, a city of 7.7 million. It was a pleasant coincidence to see them again, a thousand kilometres away, in beautiful Hoi An. A third time in the old capital, Hue. A fourth in Hanoi, a city of 2 million. A fifth somewhere else, where they saw us and we passed on by oblivious to the cosmic significance of it all. A sixth on one of five hundred junks in the Halong Bay.
We shared squid and tales of Swindon, Bristol and Perth; of office furniture, midwivery and factory fit outs.
Call it coincidence or call it fate.
I am sure we will meet again.
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