Roland

3rd of November

I met him yesterday in the hotel lounge. I recognized him on his sailor look from the day before, when both of us spent the day queuing for an Indian visa. When sitting restless and waiting does the surrounding area become far more interesting then usually, and the people waiting with you form a sort of bond. It's the form of bond that almost makes you greet each other when you meet on the street, but just almost. You haven't actually introduced yourself yet.

He was having dinner yesterday when I recognized him. Not that he's overly discrete, he got a big white beard and a sailorcap on top of such a friendly face that I'd never dream could tell a lie. Maybe he recognized me as well, maybe he didn't, but I took my chance and complimented him on the sailor look.

I met him in the lounge today as well when he came in for lunch. He remembered me this time at least, because it was he who took contact. I knew that kind mature voice.

His clothes had a blue theme, from the sailorcap to the linen shirt to the jewelery. It fitted his calm personality perfect. The jewelery wrapped around his thick fingers and wrists as if they've never been removed, each one of them with a big ocean blue stone in the center. His face was old and tired, but happy with it as after a long eventful run. He had obviously a lot of stories to tell.

We sat there and talked for a while. He was, due to himself unfortunately, from America and had been travelling for a year. Most of his stories came from his year in the hotel business, and it was good stories as well. It was those stories that made me hopeful about achieving an interesting life, since it seemed like that just happened to you while you were busy doing other things.

Maybe he'll come by tomorrow as well.