Siem Reap Travel Blog› entry 63 of 115 › view all entries
When I finally meet up with Laura and Julian, it's all a little surreal. The last time I saw them was seven months ago, waving goodbye as I drove away from our share house in Sheffield for the final time. I almost feel a bit nervous, edgy to be seeing them again, sharing a table in a French colonial-themed restaurant, The Shadow of Angkor, in Siem Reap. This is just plain weird - these are some of my best friends.
Maybe it's because I feel like the two worlds of home and travel are overlapping again for the first time since Andy waved his goodbyes in Bolivia, almost five months ago. Since then, anyone I've met has been a temporary fixture, here and then quickly gone, with few or no expectations of me as a person or friend.
One thing hasn't changed however - they are as continually late as ever. They bicker playfully about who is to blame for this, but I don't really care if they leave me hanging around for a while. Just at the moment it feels like I've got all the time in the world, like I've slowed down to a comfortable doggy paddle of a pace. It's just the way I like it. Things are about to speed up though; 2 weeks of holiday is not the same as travelling longer-term, there's a lot for us to see and do - and we're damn well going to get through it!
I needn't have worried about banter; we soon slip back into our old roles.
The two of them are a well-suited and close-knit couple but after only an hour in their company it doesn't feel like I'm a gooseberry. In fact it feels more as if the cavalry has well and truly arrived.