I was a shy, innocent, clueless Irish Paddy heading off to the unknown. My sisters boyfriends brother was supposedly aware of my imminent arrival so I least I had a contact on the ground...or so I thought. On the plane to Denmark, I chatted with an Irish girl (Kathryn) next to me and told her of my plight. "Who is supposed to meet you at the airport" she asked. "John H.", I responded. "I doubt it she said - sure isn't he away for a week at the Roskilde Rock Festival!"
I should probably write something eloquent like "on comprehending my imminent dilemma my heart sank...blah blah blah", but in reality I nearly shat my pants. I was to arrive in a strange land with nowhere to go and no one to help...FECK!
On seeing my concern she said - "but there's a spare room above our flat where you can stay a few nights and I'll introduce you to the Irish Burger King crew".
It was only recently I thought about what a pivotal moment that was. Without her contacts and hospitality, I might well have been back home in Dublin a week later with my tail between my legs and possibly never have been keen to leave the ol' sod again. Instead, I got a job at Burger King <- [click me], and met a ton of wonderful people and gained an appetite for wandlust that continues to this day. Thanks Kathryn wherever you are..