The world in a train journey

Something that strikes me from time to time and struck me this week: I live far, far from home. This week on the train, among the inspectors who sold me my ticket were some British guys, an Indian guy or two, a black girl from the West Indies (I think, for all I know she might be from London), who makes me feel quite old as she is a good ten years younger than I am (I mean she is the first ticket inspector whom I met who is younger than me) and a South African guy who is always quite friendly, especially when there is someone from the Southern Hemisphere among the passengers. It just feels a bit surreal, a guy from Chicoutimi being in England and seeing all those people, and sharing one thing with them.