QotD: It's A Small World

Tell us a true story that proves it really is a small world after all. 
Submitted by havybeaks.

It was Christmas 1995. I was working in Malawi, and had travelled overland with a friend by bus, bike and train to Dar es Salaam. We took the boat over to Zanzibar, and stayed in Stonetown for a few days. One afternoon, as we were strolling through the shops that line the tiny alleys of Stonetown, I heard "Margot?!" and I turned around to see our university friend, Ken, who was working in Zimbabwe at the time. He and his friend had driven from Harare to Dar. He had actually heard through the grapevine that we might be in Zanzibar for Christmas, and told the friend he was traveling with to keep an eye out for a white girl with blond curly hair and a Pakistani girl with a head scarf. And his friend spotted us in one of the shops.

Fast forward to June 2005. My husband and I had just moved back to Toronto from Ottawa, and were out walking around one evening, checking out our new (now old) neighbourhood at Yonge and College. As we crossed the street, I heard "Margot?!" and there was Ken crossing the other way!

Oh, and lil'ReRe and I just started his swimming lessons at a community centre nearby. During the first class (yesterday) I thought I recognized one of the other moms, and it took a second to recognise her, but she was one of my sister's best friends from high school. Small world indeed!