Traveling to France

Last Summer we set off to France for a camping holiday. While on the boat I bumped into a man who works for a friend, Bob. I said hello and went on my merry way. The next morning as we were queueing on the boat to get onto the car deck, Bob and his partner were behind us on the stairs. We headed off across France towards the camp site. My daughters were getting restless so we decided to stop in motorway service station. After a bite to eat I went to use the gents. Who was in the bathroom but Bob. A week later our holiday finished we headed back towards the boat and near the port stopped at a Supermarket to pick up some wine to take home. We met Bob for one last time. Yes he was heading back on the same boat as us but still!