She was not the only white person, but the others came in hand-holding pairs or giggling, uncountable packs. Perhaps, she wondered on her first day, the lack of females travelling alone was a fluke. A seasonal quirk. She had been to rougher places by herself, after all. But in Dar es Salaam or Khartoum people weren’t surprised — they were perhaps a little offended, but not surprised. Here she stood out. Causing a Stir, she thought as she rustled through the dusty streets in sarong and sandals, having fallen into the habit of thinking in subject lines suitable for her group emails. Bruges the Hard Way Trains, Planes and Auto-da-fé Heart and Seoul This was after leaving Tessa in tears on the lawn in front of the Basilique du Sacré-Coeur, and losing custody of their travel blog, Megan and Tessa’s World Tour. World Tour? Back when they set up the site, still at work on the North Shore, Asia wasn’t in their plans.
