The Road Not Taken

“I haven’t seen you in what, 20, years? What are you up to? I thought you would be a movie star by now.”

I was waiting at the airport international arrivals this morning to meet a visiting foreigner. A school friend happened to walk through the sliding doors – off the plane from Tanzania where he is farming avocados and coffee. After more than 20 years we still recognised each other; perhaps there is a certain part of memory reserved for when you’re in the same rugby team and he is playing flank to your prop!