You never know who you might meet if you slow down long enough to speak to strangers.
Imagine this: you are driving home one day, down a very busy main road (in my case, the old road from Ioannina to Igoumenitsa), and you see something unfamiliar on the side of the road in the distance, a shape, moving against the bright sun, its outline unclear, maybe it is 2 shapes? You can not be sure what it is or how many, only that whatever it is, it is not something you normally see on the road. As you get closer, you wonder if your eyes are playing tricks on you. But no, what you see is what you see – a man, skinny, disheveled, wild, unkempt hair, walking on the side of the road, pushing a bicycle, and leading a donkey.
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