Small world, yes, but this is ridiculous
Last night after work we headed to the Wa-Bar, a 'western style' bar where you can find some of your most treasured beers from home. Running in to other English teachers on the street, they would tell us that this was the place to go on Friday nights if you just want to chill and speak English at a normal pace. (After 5 days of "What.. colour.. is.. the.. house?" it can be really nice to talk like a normal person again.)
Anyway, we weren't there terribly long before some teachers came up to introduce themselves to the 'new people'. One girl came over and joined, and I asked her where she was from.
Her: Canada
Me: Okay, where?
Her: Ontario
Me: Okay, where in Ontario?
Her: (pause) Well, where are YOU from?
Me: Port Elgin
Her: (freaks out before yelling that she is also from Port Elgin)
Here's why this is particularly weird. Port Elgin has approximately 6000 people. Everyone knows just about everyone's business, and you recognize and say hello to everyone you pass on the street. Occasionally you'll still find people you don't know, but it's rare.
So we get chatting, realize that we look familiar to each other, and start talking about the people we know... and then it dawns on us that our brothers are best friends.
So 14 time zones away, in a mediocre 100,000 person city in South Korea, out of 15 foreigners in town I manage to find someone else from my home town.
This replaces the friend of a friend working as a bartender in a random backpacker in Mozambique as the weirdest 'small world' story.
Anyway, we weren't there terribly long before some teachers came up to introduce themselves to the 'new people'. One girl came over and joined, and I asked her where she was from.
Her: Canada
Me: Okay, where?
Her: Ontario
Me: Okay, where in Ontario?
Her: (pause) Well, where are YOU from?
Me: Port Elgin
Her: (freaks out before yelling that she is also from Port Elgin)
Here's why this is particularly weird. Port Elgin has approximately 6000 people. Everyone knows just about everyone's business, and you recognize and say hello to everyone you pass on the street. Occasionally you'll still find people you don't know, but it's rare.
So we get chatting, realize that we look familiar to each other, and start talking about the people we know... and then it dawns on us that our brothers are best friends.
So 14 time zones away, in a mediocre 100,000 person city in South Korea, out of 15 foreigners in town I manage to find someone else from my home town.
This replaces the friend of a friend working as a bartender in a random backpacker in Mozambique as the weirdest 'small world' story.
