Fried stingray later, we enjoyed a night on the roof. We sat around a table and talked about our journeys: some taking a year off work, others staying in the hostel until they find permanent work, others in university.
After all the stories we share and lessons we take from them, all we have is just those: lessons from stories, and stories to speak of sometime thereafter. Besides that, this group (and probably, any of us) will never (at least spontaneously) find each other again.
I asked the group if they felt the same was true. They said yes.