We shared a small cup of tea, well,two cups.

This tea was not what you might think, or perhaps it is.

It was sweet and unlike any we had tasted.

Fruit and almonds, Cinnamon and Cumin.

The people we met in our travels were more different from each other than the tea.

They were sweet or bitter or both or neither.

And who on earth did they think we were!?

It s an endless study and field of amazement.

Our life, their lives.

Always hope for a sunny day and deal with the fog like a fisherman.

So the lights were bright.

Fog lights.

The fog horn sounded every 7 seconds to identify our quaint harbor.

We started polishing glasses at the Hook, Line and Sinker pub.

Music filtered through foggy leaves as the busker brought bright songs of fortune.

A Ferrari had the exhaust tone to cut through this obscured scene and the color of course, to brighten a deep cave.

Storied and stored.

A romantic walk.

We studied economics, hospitality technologies, poltics, sociology and graphic design.

We dabbled with AI, VR and NFTs.

We joined the BFI at the youngest age, so young the committee had to decide if they could allow it.

Then we travelled in South East Asia, after business trips to West Africa.

Later we combed Central and South American for distributors for amedical product.

We have met marvellous people, some brilliant and also a few idiots for good measure.

Yes we said it!

Now the next step, phase, era, epoch….always the next. Onward and upward.

When you need help.

There is always somewhere to get it.

The key – and it’s known that it may not be easy – is to get on and ask.

We are lucky that way.

So I hope I will help when I see a chance to do so.

Hope you will too.

And note, the communication that goes with helping is the best.

Reality appetizers.

Standing in line (known as a queue in Britain) for the sake of it.

Could be a new sport. Not one yet considered worthy to present in the Olympics.

For no good or bad reason.

Better to time it so that the only others out and about are there for another reason…if you see what I mean.

But we are not good at four-in-the-morning vigils, six or seven is early enough for us.

Let us find a unique bar, a real cafe, or just walk along the rivers’ edge and admire the design of railings, stancheons and beams. The scattered semblance of a city or way outside its limits, the shadows of non-matching trees.