Its a tiny world

When I was in Japan in July, I was in a hostel in Hiroshima using a computer in the lounge. I remembered seeing a British girl there and I remembered her tattoo, a cluster of snowflakes behind her ear. I didn't talk to her at all, I just remembered what she looked like.

In Vang Vieng, Laos, tubing on the river, 3 months and 7 countries later, I saw the same girl again. I recognized her tattoos so I went up and talked to her, asked her if she has been in Japan in July. She didn't remember me, but remembered that hostel. It was the same person. She has been traveling all over Asia this whole time.