So many little moments of hilarity spring up when travelling but this one comes to mind: I was in a market in New Delhi, India, on a sort-of-not-quite-but-definitely-a-date that lesbians are fond of. She began haggling hard with one of the vendors for a scarf while I sat on the milk crate. Shopping, unfortunately, has never really been my thing. Two other young Indian guys were waiting for their girlfriends in nearby market stalls. I started chatting to one of them who realised I was also waiting for my girlfriend, like he was. Once that penny dropped, he kept showing me photos of his brother and his brother's husband in America and suggesting the best underground gay bars in New Delhi! I guess it wasn't so much funny as incredibly sweet. Life is murky soup: people are always people.