You realize how small the world is when you’re sitting in a roof top café in Varanasi, and suddenly, across the tables, you see a familiar face from home.

I met Fabrice from Brussels at the Brown Bakery Café in Varanasi.

And then again while walking along the river.

He’s traveling through India with a friend for three weeks, on a similar itinerary, but inverted.

We have run into each other in Brussels from time to time, and we have actually attended the same college in Bruges, just one year apart.

It’s surreal to meet up like that. Looking forward to meeting him back in Brussels, for a beer, and talking about India.