Here I am. It's interesting how this place can mess with your judgement. The most foreign-looking people (like the guy in the turban with the stereotypical bin Laden beard) are the closest to home (he's from Toronto). And then you talk to someone who looks like they should be at Colgate, and they start talking in an accent you can barely understand. And it's only when your judgement is messed with this much that you realise to what extent you have been guessing things about people, without really knowing.