The plane began to circle our camp. Then it banked. The next thing I knew, its pontoons were plowing through the water a hundred feet from our island. Four men, dressed rather incongruously in suit jackets, ties, and hip waders, jumped out and splashed toward shore. One of them walked up to us and bowed slightly.
Travel is a realm of improbable encounters.
The more remote the setting, the more improbable those encounters seem to be. In fact, they turned out to be a group of Italian aristocrats, including a count and two dukes. I asked the man who'd made the introductions, evidently the only one who spoke English. The 'elevator king' of northern Italy. I make elevators for office buildings.