Middle of nowhere

My parents used to run a Public House in Fulham,London in the 70's and as a young boy I used to help out when required like collecting glasses and doing the odd serving . When I turned 20 I decided to head off to Australia and go on a year's working holiday. I managed to work for most of the time but realised I needed to comply with the terms of my visa which meant having to have a holiday as well. So I took a Greyhound bus and started to tour the width and breadth of the country and discovered what a vast land Australia actually is. I was staying in Alice Springs, which is virtually in the centre of the Continent, and ventured out a further 8 hours drive to a place called "Ayers Rock" or what is now referred to as "Uluru". The rock is quite spectacular as it sits in all its "monolithic" glory isolated by vast open space. This really was the middle of nowhere. Once there, I took the slow walk up to the peak of the mountain, which took about an hour, signed the visitors book and proceeded to walk down. There was a safety chain towards the bottom of the rock which most visitors used to hold on to so as not to slip and fall. Immediately behind me coming down, a lady did just that, so I helped her back on her feet and noticed she had an "English accent". We started to chat and the conversation then turned to ask the question as to where I was from. At first, I mentioned I was from London thinking a generalisation was sufficient. Then I was asked to be more specific so I said I came from Fulham. She then came back to me claiming she used to live in Fulham as well so I then had to be more specific again. My response was " I used to live on the corner of Walham Grove and Farm Lane" She then hesitated while staring at me and then burst out with : "You weren't the little boy who used to be behind the bar were you ???? " I nearly fell to the floor when she then told me she used to rent an apartment across the road from the pub 7 years earlier and was now living in Australia permanently.