Strange Meetings. Triple coinsidence

1976. I shall try to make this long sequence as short as possible. Names of most people have been long forgotten. Macclesfield, England. I decided to take a week's holiday and hitch to St Tropes. Hitched to M1 M1 Watford Gap Service Station. Holding a sign with 'DOVER' written, a white van stopped. I discovered he and his girlfriend were going to Antibes where he was doing repair work on his boss's boat. This carpenter lived about 5 miles from my home in Stockport. 24 hrs after leaving Macclesfield - in Antibes. Antibes. Sitting on the beach I start talking to an English architect, with his American girlfriend. He was working on a new school in Cannes. They invite me to the boat they are living on for some dinner. I mention that I am interested in sub-aqua diving and it transpired he had belonged to the same club in Stockport that I was going to. He nearly fell off his chair when I said I was sharing a house with Fred, a member of that club when he was a member. Thursday. Thinking about hitching back home. I was wearing a distinctive tee-shirt of the Stockport climbing club that I belonged to. While having a glass of wine in a bar, I noticed a small bearded guy nearby looking at me. As I was leaving, he called me over to his table. He had been a member of that climbing club a few years before I joined it and he also knew several of my friends there. He was in Antibes looking after a small fleet of hire yachts and also a qualified skipper. The last coincidence was that he was planning to drive back to his home in Manchester two days later at the weekend. On Saturday, he dropped me by my car which I had left near Macclesfield. I still cant believe this all happened in one week but life is, for sure, stranger that fiction. I have one or two other experiences like this but this is probably the most unlikely one. Derek Emson. Czech Republic