​It’s the people you meet on the road that really makes travelling not just the places. Finding people that have walked different paths yet still cross yours.  Sharing tales you would otherwise not hear in the hometown bubble

Last night I met Pete,  a farmer turned quarry manager from the Scottish boarders. When asked where he was siting as he ordered food I realised he was in the same boat as me. About to eat a meal on his own.  So having just ordered myself and still at the bar i asked if he’d like to join me.  Rather than sitting alone.

The restaurant was full with young  (uni / college age) ski / snowboarders from the same canceled flight.  I was about to ask  ask to join them, but pete came alomg first…  So we sat at a high table near the bar, and talked about our different lives and experiences. Then I placed my foot on the base of the table and it rocked to a near 45 degree angle.  Almost spilling my beer.  Fortunately my first beer so I had the wits to catch it before disaster struck.  Better watch out for that I thought…

We discussed the intracacies of his quary operation while drinking our beers before moving onto the eu referendum,  exchange rates and Trump. Thankfully we were reading from the same page and soon were putting the world to rights. 

Food eventually came,  and I went to grab condiments.  As I sat back down my foot touched the base of the table. It took merely a split second for all of the food,  beer  and sauce to fly off the table. It was a direct hit!  pasta strewn across my face and jumper,  bbq sauce took the lower levels of my jumper and trousers, with beer filling in the gaps imbetween.

Covered!  Then the inevitable whheeyy sounded out across the packed restaurant, as plates and glasses smashed around me.  My cheeks glowed bright enough to guide santa’s sleigh.  Fortunately the staff arrived to to the rescue,  armed with mops,  cloths and disapproving looks. Thankfully they also blamed the table for the incident and came back with more chicken wings,  pasta and beer
once we had been moved to a safer (child friendly) table. 

I cleaned my clothes as best I could with a damp towell later in the evening.  Not wanting to unzip my bag that is near to Bursting  point as i had an early transfer back to the airport. Now I’m sat back in departures at the same coffee shop drinking the same bad tea, and all I can smell is bbq sauce.