The LBC; the Lucky Bastards Club.

Tai Wan Village, 6.30 am.
Yesterday I've mentioned that I was a member of the club of the Lucky Bastards, and the members of this club are husbands who's wife's are working and they are not. The lucky bastards manage the housework, the shopping, the cooking and on that way he make the life easier for their working wife's. When those tasks are done, a lucky bastard can spend time on the things he wants. The first time I heard about this club, was just before Christmas last year. We were planning our trip to see Julia Hatch in Hanoi, and on the phone Julia told me that when we came to Hanoi, I could meet another danish guy living there, and that he had founded the LBC Hanoi. His wife was from ireland and also working as a teacher at the same school as Julia. He and some other non working husbands had made this club, and met up to go out to explore the secrets of Hanoi, and by that they probably meant the different bars. On boxing day 2007 I then finally met this danish founder of LCB Hanoi. It was at a buffet in one of the hotels, where members of the staff the UN International school of Hanoi, gathered for a little party. I was looking out for a guy who looked danish, and there was one over there at the third table whom it could be. "Now you have to meet Bent and Claire." It was Julia who suddenly came up behind me and pushed me in the direction of the third table. "This is Claire; one of my colleagues from Ireland, and Bent; her danish husband." I think that was the first time since we spend Christmas in Denmark in 2006, that I've been speaking danish, and then in Hanoi. Of corse I asked how they have met and all that stuff, but soon Claire and Catriona felt in to a long conversation about the advantage of danish men, so Bent and I could continue chatting about being the LB's. It was going to be a long night as we ended up in Claire and Bents house enjoying imported danish Herring and Akvavit -but that is a complete different story. Since then I got used to tell people that I was a lucky bastard club member, when they asked me what I was doing here. Often I could feel some kind of envy in peoples reactions to that answer.

Telling this story leads me straight on to another subject; How small the world sometime seems.

On our summer holiday trip to Europe we went to Edinburgh to visit Mum and Ricky. One day we were out and about and on our way down Rose Street -the street in Edinburgh special known for all it's bars- we suddenly heard a loud voice:
"Catriona Morrison?
As we turn around we see a woman standing just 3 meters away.
"Oh. my god; Vicky Macpherson."
Catriona dropped her lower jaw down on her chest.
Vicky is from Australia and had worked at the Dresden International School with Catriona a couple of years ago. Now she is in Malawi in Africa, and decided to visit Great Britain in her holiday, and then just visit Edinburgh at the same time as we did. Unfortunately all 3 of us were too surprised and confuse to take a photo and even that we all went for a little "stiffner" at the standing order, didn't change a thing.
Later on we went to Denmark to visit my brother and sister in Horsens on the southeast coast of Jutland. Horsens is for danish circumstances a rather big city of 60.000 inhabitants. Mostly we went for bike trips around the city, but one day we went in to the city center to walk around, visit the cafe's and do a little shopping. As we are standing a a hole in the wall to take out some danish money, two people passes us and suddenly the woman stops behind us and start stirring at us. As I turn around to look at her, she turns back towards the man next to her. I could only see her wild curly hair covering the face of the man, but something about her seemed familiar. Then she turns towards me again and then I realize that it is Claire and her lucky bastard husband Bent.
"Ca-Catriona - look who that is, isn't that just so weird?
Then the four of us broke out in a big loud laughter, and had to go to the next Cafe to get something to calm down.
From Hanoi and Hong Kong to Horsens, and then we meet. Bent isn't even from Horsens, but they have got a summer house not so far away, and when they spend time there they usually take a shopping trip to Horsens, and at that day, we also decided to go to have a look.
Isn't that just too crazy, what coincidence or what ever. The world is just a small place, but what a nice one it can be.

By the way, I have to resign from the lucky bastards club, or at least change my status; I've got an offer for a job -a little bit like the job I had in Dresden- but that is also a complete different story.