Colombia, La Fuente, My Godson

Imagine if you will parking your boat alongside a random other.  You get talking, and next door recommend Duncan who runs a B&B in the hills above Santa Marta.  Next thing Duncan appears, sits on the side of your cockpit, and talks about the great places to see in the hills. Anyway, he disappears, and Deb and I decide we'll go see tomorrow.  Up early, take the 2 hour travel experience through Minca in the Sierra Nevada foothills, and on to 'La Fuente', Duncan's B&B.  Breakfast and a talk through where to walk from Duncan, and away we go for a great day seeing the sights. Passing through La Fuente for a pre-lunch beer, we ask the barman what Duncan's surname is.  No way, we know a Duncan Bruxsby, it just can't be, no, don't be so silly.  On with the day.  And we did that, returned to the boat, and then .... bang ... checked out our Duncan Bruxsby's mum in Northampton on Facebook, and there is a picture of our Duncan at La Fuente.  We had to return the next day and break the news to a truly gob-smacked Duncan that he had sat on his godfather's (of 27 years since) boat, then breakfasted and guided him and bade him farewell without realizing (both sides) the absolutely unique coincidence of a lifetime.  How does that happen?  Suffice it to say, we spent the next morning catching up on 27 years.  And blew away Jane, his mother, by Skype!  In the Colombian rainforest.  Surreal, or what.  Top that.