there is just one moon and a golden sun….
and a smiling friendship to everyone
there’s so much that we share
that its time we’re aware
its a small world after all
ok, i know there is a post like this in fb, but a lot of folks here i don’t know from the fb group and i LOVE hearing stories like this. these are the stories that prove the world is pretty tiny and make folks like me happy.
here are some of mine
my aeroplane boyfriend (shhh, don’t tell my fiance)
so basically i was in college on a flight from DC to JHB or is it JNB, i can’t keep it straight and there was this guy on the plane with me. whatever, we didn’t talk or anything. on the way back (a month later) i am chilling in the airport and there is this guy again, he comes up to me and says “we were on the flight a month ago together.” i take little notice and he walks away. i then feel bad because he was just trying to make a 24 hr flight more bareable with some conversation. so on the plane i go up and talk to him and immediately fall in love (my poor little 20 year old heart! plus he was HOT!) we arrive in DC, i catch my connecting flight to virginia.
fast-forward 3 years, i have graduated and am on tour in the states, i am in DC staying with a friend for a few weeks. i am doing my christmas shopping, i stop for a second on the side walk to light a cigarette, happen to glance to my left and there, in a car, is my aeroplane boyfriend. so we chat, exchange numbers, but he is leaving to mozambique (where he is from and where he was on his way to and from the last time we met) for a month and i am leaving to botswana, for good, a week after he comes back. needless to say, we miss each other.
fast forward another 2 years. i am working the shittiest job ever in bots as a manager of a cafe. these 2 guys come in and proceed to drink and dink and drink. i am leaving on holiday the next day to mozambique to visit a friend, after closing up, these 2 guys who refused to leave til i kicked them out, beg me for a ride to the nearest pub, they are UNVs who have just arrived, one is american one is german. having a soft spot for internationals and the UN i take them. they insist on buying me a drink, we get to talking i tell them i am going to mozambique the next day, the american guy goes, hey! i am half mozambiquan. then for the sake fo conversation (and because i like the sound of my own voice) i tell him the story of my mozambiquan aeroplane boyfriend. turns out, its his cousin!
more stories to follow, please let us know yours!
its a world of laughter a world of tears
its a world of hope and a world of fears,
though the oceans are wide
and the mountains are high
its a small world after aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall!!!!
uhm, let's see...born in botswana, lived in ethiopia til i was 8, repatriatede to botswana, hated it. moved to swaziland for high school (uwc! woohoo!) finished in 1995 (yes, i did IB), went back to botswana ofr about 8 months, then to the states (virginia) for the next 4 years of college, earned my BA in theatre arts, went on tour with the oldest classical touring company in the usa for 9 months, played in over 25 states, the lived in DC for about 6 months. went back to botswan (AGAIN!) was there for 5 years. half the time i was either in south africa or traveling. been to, i don't know, i lot of countries. so i am an actor/writer/director/all around thespian who just discovered she's also tck. awesome!
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6 Comments to “there is just one moon and a golden sun….”
January 16th, 2008 at 4:58 pm
Wow, Warona.. what are the chances of that??
Wait, are you sure this mysterious guy didn’t slip a GPS tracking device in your clothes while you weren’t looking?
That’s a big coincidence! Very cool story.
I bet you’ll find him again. haha
I’ll share some of my own ’small world’ stories soon.
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January 16th, 2008 at 7:05 pm
Awesome story
There’s been quite a few posts on here (TCKid.com) actually…I posted one for the “Contest” 
And another one I think by Kristine…and probably more but I can’t remember.
(I was reading through your post and saw this “drink and dink and drink”, I didn’t think it was a typo and seriously thought “dink” meant something and I was like “That’s a new word I don’t know…must be some socializing thing” LOL XD)
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January 17th, 2008 at 7:50 am
uhm cynthia, have you not noticed that my spelling AND typing skills are shite? and you know what’s the worst? i actually corrected that middle ‘drink’ cos before it said ‘rink’. nice one! i’ll just go chuck my college degree now…
another small world story
so i am sitting around in the heavenly botswana sun (it seems heavenly now that i am sitting in minus 12 degree temps, but i bet i was cussing it out then…)after having repatriated, with my then boyfriend andi a german guy (not the one who is a member here). andi, coincidentaly is the other one of the two guys in the afore mentioned story. remember i said it was an american (who we later found out was half mozambiquan) and a german. i started dating the german a few weeks later. anyway, point being, we were hanging out at his house, it was in a compound of houses that were owned by the UN and bots government for foreign workers, so there were a lot of cuban doctors and nurses and a bunch of UNVs not to mention the random locals that lived there too.
so we are chilling having a drink, and this woman, a doctor comes over from accross the street. we start chatting and she mentions that i have a strong american accent (which i did at the time having just moved from there) i explain this to her and also have to throw in that i grew up in ethiopia where i attended american schools, well, turns out she is ethiopian and married to a south african chap. so she asks why we lived there, i tell her my dad worked for the UN and she asks his name and well, turns out her mom was my dad’s secretary!
she had been living in botswana for 10 years and had always meant to look him up but had procrastinated and procrastinated! isn’t that crazy?
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January 17th, 2008 at 12:03 pm
When I was a little girl, newly patriated to the States from Ecuador, we were invited to dinner at the home of an American man who had married an Ecuadorian woman. I was about three years old. When I heard her speak with the accent of my native Cuenca, I went straight over to her and climbed into her lap. That’s the part I remember.
The rest of the story I don’t remember but I have been told many times. Apparently she and my parents got to talking, and she asked them specifically where they had lived and so on, and when they told her the name of the person whose house we had rented in Ecuador, her mouth dropped open. She said, “My father used to own your landlord!” It turned out that before the Reformas Agrarias — when the people who lived on and worked the land belonged to the owners of the land — her dad had been a landowner and later one of his people had gone on to own land of his own, which he had rented to us, and now this woman was living in a house that belonged to a relative of ours. It was one of those “full-circle” kind of things.
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March 23rd, 2008 at 5:36 pm
OMG I just had another “small world” experience!!
I went to visit Hangzhou this weekend with a couple of friends and I encountered the weirdest “small world” experience I’ve ever had.
We went up this tourist mountain park to visit a local tea village (famous for Long Jin Tea - really good!). Later, we decided to take a trip to a nearby location called “Hu Pao Quan” so we continued north the trail of the tourist park. We stopped at a place for lunch and then continued down a path to a temple which is our next landmark for a particular trail we’re looking for.
When we got to the temple, we decided to stop in for a look (That place turned out to be a teahouse now. The original temple was destroyed during the KMT era). On our way out down the long steps, I saw 3 people coming upwards (2 young girls and a 30-ish year old man). At first I wasn’t paying any attention, was only focused on trying to go down the steps, then I noticed one of girls look vaguely familiar. But as I got closer to them I realized I recognize both girls. They were from my boyfriend’s church - in Connecticut!!!!
Now one thing the reader needs to know is:
1) I don’t know these girls personally, nor even their names. All I know about these girls was the older one plays the piano for the English congregation at my boyfriend’s Chinese church in Hartford, CT and she has a younger sister (which is the other girl I saw) and having been there a few times I’ve recognized her (she’s also very talented).
2) Neither does my boyfriend know them really well, he just went to church with them.
3) We were in a sparsely populated tourist mountain park - NOT in the downtown area, at a once-temple-now-teahouse location which is not surrounded by anything but trees.
I didn’t ran into them once, but twice!! Unfortunately I didn’t get an opportunity to say hi. I was in total shock LOL I have a feeling that the older girl may have recognized me but I can be wrong.
I came back to Shanghai that night to tell my boyfriend about this and ask his mom (who knows these girls better) about their whereabouts. Unfortunately her mom wasn’t sure but I am VERY sure they are the same girls from my boyfriend’s church.
Of ALL people I could’ve run into, and of ALL places I could’ve been…
What’s more was I actually thinking of NOT going on this trip AND we actually were debating whether we were going to go into the temple when we arrived there…if we had made a different choice…
HOW INSANE IS THIS?!
Thought I’d include the links to previous posts of “small world” encounters:
It’s a small world, a very small world
The World is My Neighborhood
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November 9th, 2008 at 3:32 am
LOL. I have a few stories that are so surreal…I’m not even sure if my parents are telling the truth!
When I lived in Indonesia, my parents had a set of Malaysian friends whom we all hung out with, and I remember we had these massive parties…but I never really remember the kids of my parent’s friends whom I played with.
When I went back to Malaysia and started going into an international school, one of the guys whom I used to play with ended up in my tutorial class, another one in my maths class [I think?] and I met a girl in the park with her parents when my own parents took me. I can barely remember these kids…but I find it strange that this is what happened in the end!
Another story I have is my mother’s. One of my close friends in Malaysia’s father, she firmly believes, is her ex-boss! She got my friend’s name right and his brother’s, as well as what he was doing in college, but somehow managed to get the name of her ex-boss wrong. XD No ideas on whether this is in fact the correct ex-boss, but seeing as she got all the details on his sons correct, I am skeptical!
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