It's a small world

It’s a small world

Had a really weird and amazing experience a couple of days after I arrived.

I was just walking around in the old part of town going down streets I'd not been down before.  Walked past this cute shop with some interesting clothing. There was an anglo man and woman sitting out the front catching the cool breeze.  We smiled and said hello as you do when you're on holidays.  The accent was Australian.  Don't know about you, but when it's a passing meeting when overseas, I don't often do the "where are you from in Australia?" conversation.  Had a bit of a chat.  They had been living here for 18 months.  Christine had owned a dress shop called Queen in Smith Street, which I knew of.  She admired my pants, which came from around the corner to her shop.  Christine asked where I was from in Australia.  - 

I replied   "near Bendigo "

The conversation went something like this:

Christine:  Where near Bendigo?

Marg:  Castlemaine

C: I've got a house in Castlemaine, its being rented out while I live here.

M:  Really!!!!  I've just rented out my house to help me live here while I find work In Luang Prabang.  Where's your house?

C  Ray Street

M  I live just off Ray Street. Where do you live in Ray street

C  Down the bottom of the hill, on the right, just before a new little housing estate.  (it's quite a distinctive modernist(??) house.)

M  This is spooky -I've been in that house.   I’ve met the man who built it, I used to work with his daughter Sue.

That conversation felt more and more weird as it went on.

Christine and John gave me a number of ideas about finding somewhere to live.   Went for a walk around the corner to a cute little Lao house that might be a possibility, but I don't think I want to take on a whole house on my own. They were lovely and took my email and phone number to let me know if they hear of places to live.  

I do feel sometimes as if I'm being  "looked after" in this crazy venture of mine.