The Wickian (from Wick) who was telling me not to worry as I was waiting for the bus to John O'Groats. As he approached I noticed his open fly and derelict condition, and then as he passed by the porno magazine sticking out of his back pocket.
The Czech writer Richard from the Orkney trip who kept showing me his photos as he took them. Slightly cat-obsessed and standing-stone obsessed. And who one of the French Canadians on the bus thought was my husband.
The three schoolfriend Flemish Belgians on the train from Inverness to Edinburgh who told me all about their crazy political and legal system. And about cycling in rainy Scotland.
Charles the Miamian in all white clothing from the Edinburgh youth hostel laundry and also from the train to York who wants to go to Cairns one day but didn't realise it was so far from Brisbane.
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