Coincidences - running into people from your past...

Cheeky_gal wrote: »

http://www.boards.ie/vbulletin/showthread.php?threadid=2055901443

I, also, missed the reference from your previous post.
I knew I shouldn't have unsubscribed from your newsletter.

On a lighter note, you sound like a nutcase for wanting to write prisoner on a former inmate's car...

Had always been curious what had happened to an ex-neighbour that I babysat when I was younger - he was a reaaly sweet child. Bumped into him getting an eye exam the day before my son was born, still felt maternal towards him though he is a grown up now - he looked happy so that was lovely.

Cheeky_gal wrote: »

And you sound like a puff

Classy.

Anyways, it's nothing to do with the prison part, that's not what I was referring to at all... I say nutcase because, who actually goes out of their way to knowingly park beside their ex, or anyone for that matter, with the intentions of writing something on their car?

To me, it's something a 12 year old would do or a nutcase with nothing better to do..

Cheeky_gal wrote: »

You're a knob, I said it never happened. Make believe story. Read the posts more carefully next time pal

Wow you're on fire here.

I know you didn't do it, I never said you did. I'm just saying, you would want to be a child, or just a complete loser/nutcase to go out of your way to do that.
It's ok, you didn't do either though - so I haven't resorted to name calling to win an internet argument yet. Skank.

Cheeky_gal wrote: »

Skank ha

I'm 19. Couldn give a f*ck.

You said you were 20 in that thread from last year. Are you ageing backwards?

Many years ago now I went to sea in the UK Merchant Navy. Before then I went to college and served an apprenticeship in Scotland. After a year at sea, I was on an oil tanker loading oil at a desert terminal in the Shat-El-Arab (yes, that is its name) in Iran. Given a bit of shore leave (in the desert?!!) I had heard that there was a tin shack half a mile away where an Arab proprietor sold cans of beer out of a fridge.

Good enough for me. I followed the oil pipelines and found the tin shed. Sure enough, a black-bearded Arab and an ancient American 'fridge, and one other occupant -- my mate at college.

Right I'm home from work now and I've suddenly lost interest in this conversation (I've better things to be doing) so I won't derail the thread any further, even IF we were about to uncover the fountain of youth.

Nolan Shrilling Valve wrote: »

Used to live in a little village in east galway and ,oved when I was 12, didnt really see any of the lads again. 13 years later I'm walking through Yonkers NY at 3 o'clock at night and get rugby tackled by one of my old school chums whom I hadnt seen since I left.

Just after ya fell outta Rory Dolans per chance?

Ok so I went Inter-Railing on my own a few years ago and I had the most unusual set of coincidences I've had yet.....

First off I did a walking tour in Berlin one day which had a group of Irish lads and two English girls in it. Grand, nothing strange there!

I headed on to Prague and the same group of Irish lads turned up a few days later! Bit of a coincidence but nothing major. While in Prague I was out on a pubcrawl one night and was hanging around with a few solo american travelers (one Chinese/american girl in particular). Again, nothing out of the ordinary!

On I went to Vienna. There I was sitting at the hostel bar one night and who turns up but the two English girls from Berlin! The barman was English too and I got to know him fairly well. Anyway one night him, an american guy who was in my dorm and another american guy decided to hit the town. Since it was really late the only place we could find that would let us in was a dodgy underground techno club down by the river. As I was walking onto the dance floor who comes running over but the Chinese/American girl from Prague who had got seperated from the group she was out with and was completely lost. I was wearing the free t-shirt I got on the Prague pubcrawl so that's how she spotted me so quickly!

Anyway after Prague I made my way to Ljubljana and was staying in a tiny two room hostel there. The weird thing was when I arrived it was full of Irish women, me being the only lad. Turned out two of them were from a town near when I grew up, went to school with my brother and knew quite a few of the same people as me!

Ljubljana was boring anyway so I went from there to Zagreb. Stayed in an awesome hostel and was hanging out with the best bunch of people I'd met so far when who checks in but one of the American guys from Vienna. Not only that but we were staying in the same dorm again! (I've got a feeling he might have been in the same hostel in Prague too but I can't remember for sure). Had a great time in Zagreb but decided to move on since my plan was to go island hoping.

Made my way down to Split and was in the process of checking in at the hostel when who walks in the front door but the two English girls from Berlin and Vienna! In the same bloody hostel again! Later on I was checking out my facebook and noticed that a friend of my room-mate was in Croatia too, turned out he was also in Split so we met up one of the days and had some beers with a few of his friends!

The weather took a turn for the worse when I was in Split and was due to be crappy for the next week or two so I decided to "split" (excuse the pun!) and jumped on a ferry to Italy.

After spending a few uneventful days in Rome, doing all the usual touristy stuff I decided I'd move on again. My plan was to take trains all the way around to Barcelona but I got my times mixed up and missed the easy two-train route which only happened twice a week or something. Had a look on the ryanair website and was able to get myself a cheapish flight instead the next day.

The only problem was that my hostel was booked out and the only other place I could get was basically an apartment that had been turned into a "hostel"! There wasn't anything I could do so I took it. After I checked in I met these four Californian guys in my dorm and we basically headed straight out on the lash. (A side note here - the bed I got happened to have just been vacated by another Irish guy who the American guys had been hanging out with for the last few days. We actually bumped into him that night in Rome too!)

I checked out of that hostel the next day and we went our separate ways (or so I thought!) Arrived in Barca and checked into my hostel just off Las Ramblas. Was there a day or two hanging with yet again more randomers when who the hell checks into my dorm?! The barman from the hostel in Vienna!! Took him a minute to remember me but he did in fairness. This was like two weeks after being in Vienna!

The next day I went down to the beach on my own for a few hours stopping off in a Spar for a drink on my way back to the hostel. There I am minding my own business in a mad busy shop just off the beach and who do I spot? The four Californian guys from Rome! We get chatting and exchange numbers and met up again that night for beer!

Anyway that's the condensed version...so much background info I'm leaving out here but I'd be here typing all night if I was to start! Brought back some great memories thinking about that trip though . That wasn't even the half of what went on!

I hate bumping into people i dont get on with. thats happened a few times.