Sometimes the trail brings more than just fresh air and beautiful views but stories.
We were walking when a man stopped us with a smile and said, “Nice dog.” He was talking about Lasanha, he was surprised by his color. His curiosity about our dog quickly turned into curiosity about us, and before long, he was sharing his own story.
He told us he was originally from Kristiansand, while his wife comes from Bergen. Recently, they had moved closer to her family, near Oftenåsen where he now works and lives. Their next adventure? A trip to India for voluntary work.
It wasn’t his first time—he had already been to India twice and even picked up a bit of the language, which he proudly mentioned. When I asked which city he had visited last time, he replied: “Goa.”
Goa was the very city where I had once sold my paragliding, one if the very few cities of India that I would recognize.
We didn’t walk away with just a friendly encounter, we walked away with one of those small, serendipitous reminders of how connected the world really is. It was truly a pleasure to meet and talk with the guy with the moustache.
