Meeting people

In July 1973 I spent a night in Oban Youth Hostel and during the evening chatted to a few people. I met one of them two months later near Victoria Station in London. We were walking in opposite directions and we recognised each other. In the late 80s I was on holiday in Corfu with a girlfriend and we saw a friend from our town in England. In about 1990 while skiing in a very big resort in the French Alps I met an ex-colleague as he was entering a restaurant and I was leaving. In March 1993, again while skiing in the French Alps I was at a bar in a hotel when a person I recognised but couldn't place came and started chatting to me. It was about five minutes before I realised he was my GP. In about 1995, yet again while skiing in the French Alps (I do one or two weeks a year), I went down to breakfast at a hotel in Chamonix and was hailed by somebody a couple of tables away who recognised me from a skiing holiday one or two years earlier, also in Chamonix and with whom I had skied but not kept in touch. The first time we were in a large tour group but from different parts of the UK. The second time we were both travelling independently. I have only twice skied in Chamonix.