Train Station Johor

She stands out in the crowd. She has blond hair and fair skin. When she approaches me and starts talking I think that she might be Polish. Turns out she’s Russian and a digital nomad. She’s my first European encounter after two weeks. 

She is very fond of saying when I will be, when you will be and the teacher in me is secretly correcting the “mistake” albeit I would call it an idiosyncrasy these days. We exchange numbers and she forwards an interview conducted with her a while ago. Her fiancé lives in Karlsruhe.

The train is belated. I was not going to head for the capital yet, it is only that the two cities I had been planning to visit are flooded.

At the hotel I meet a couple from France. Looks like Europeans rather flock here.