The Beginning of the Beginning

The greatest of journeys start with the smallest of steps. And so it came to pass, as we sat underneath the plastic canopy of the noodle cart permanently parked outside the college.

My friend say happily enjoying his almost ritual bowl of wonton noodles in soup, slurping away. I casually discussed some irrelevant – I can no longer recall exactly what it was – topic with the new guy we’d met yesterday, until my friend looked up thoughtfully, licking his lips in satisfaction, and proclaimed “I bet that even if you would go searching for ten thousand miles and ten thousand years, you would still find that this little cart sells the very best wonton soup in the whole universe.”

We both looked at him, then we looked at each other.
“Challenge accepted!” we all yelled at the same time, laughing and grabbing our bikes.

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