Meeting old friend

In 1994 I visited my daughter, who was then living in Hong Kong, so that I could watch the HK Rugby Sevens. One day, at a loose end, I decided to take the train up to the Chinese border (Hong Kong was still British at that time). This proved to be pretty boring so I got back on the train intending to return to HK but instead got off at the station nearest to Plover Cove dam. As a civil engineer I recalled the building of the dam and was interested in seeing the finished project. I attempted to hire a bicycle to ride the few miles to the dam but decided that I did not have sufficient time to get there and back before the cycle shop closed. Whilst standing on the kerb, wondering what to do, a car pulled up alongside me and who should get out but an old friend from my golf club who was completing his last tour of duty in the colony. Apart from my daughter, he, Ian, was the only other person I knew in Hong Kong. He invited me to have lunch with him at the Royal Hong Kong Golf Club and a very enjoyable experience it was. Some ten years later, I was in the clubhouse of my own golf club in Somerset with my daughter's boyfriend and for whatever reason, I was recounting the coincidence to him when who should walk in but Ian