In the summer of 1988, I went to Europe with my college friend for 2 months. Unfortunately, he got homesick and decided to go home. Or maybe he just got sick of me, who knows! It turned out that he didn't went home after all. I have to tell ya, I was quite scared when we went our seperate ways. I had no previous travel experience. I was borned in Hong Kong, which meant basically I need lots of people around me all the time. Even though I immigrated to Canada in 1979. My mentallity didn't changed that much. And being oriental and traveling alone is not a common site. So when my friend left, I became a leech. I hung around train station, Youth Hostel, etc.... Looking for my next victims tp leech onto. Guess what, I was never alone for a minute for the whole time I was in Europe. I had a such a good time that I vouch to return as soon as I can.