Hello Vancouver, Twice!

Whilst travelling in Australia in 2007 I had the pleasure of helping a Canadian guy, whom I'd met for the first time that evening, back to his room after he'd had a few to many to drink. Fast forward four years later to be again away on travels. On this occasion I found myself hungover underground in a cave system under Budapest with a group of other tourists. As we journeyed some of the others were sharing stories of their travels, the subject turned to drinking stories and a man behind me was talking about how he'd once been found in a lift, in his underwear, curled up in the foetal position and having been helped to his room by a fellow guest. I couldn't believe my ears, I sense checked his accent - it fitted, then the story, a lift in a Sydney hostel - it fitted. There was one slight discrepancy however, the Canadian I'd found in the lift wasn't wearing any underwear! Alas breaking the news to Mark that I thought we had met before was too much of either of us to take in such an alien subterranean location but we met up later at a bar and through a picture of a friend and I in Sydney in which Mark was captured standing in the background we were able to confirm that 4 years apart and for the second time, neither of us being in our native country we, by chance, had met again. The only thing left to clear up now was the state in which Mark had been found in that lift, we are yet to agree but as we were flying back to Britain the following morning I'd refrained from drinking that night and as a result I stand by my version of events.