I met a fellow bike packer on the train. He was wearing gaudy African attire and had an ancient Decathlon bike with reversed brakes so I assumed he was not British! I smelt a rat when he leapt up and took a picture of the station name: Poo. It was Po on the timetable, not that I would have noticed.
We got talking and I discovered he was a music teacher but has taught in foreign countries for years. Currently in Kampala but has also done Málaga Nd other places I have forgotten.
In England he had taught at… Newport Free Grammar School! What are the chances?
I didn’t get his name, a photo or anything. Bikes passing in the night.
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