How do you describe the kind of instantaneous friendships created overseas?  There’s something about the foreign air – or the foreign booze – that makes you love or hate the people you meet with a depth normally only acquired after knowing someone a decade.  You go from introductions to deepest of secret telling in the time it takes you to climb one exotic volcano.  Maybe it’s because you inevitably share such incredible, once-in-a-lifetime experiences with people you meet during your travels.  Maybe it’s because you’re free of worries, free of cares, and free to just love or hate with reckless abandon.

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