The World In One City

Now it's the End (of the World (in One City))?

2007-10-24T20:00:00.000Z

Halleluliah!

Alex Horne - 24th October 2007 (United Nations Day)

We met our Qatari at the appointed time! He used to be an ambassador but isn't now so he counts! And he's extremely good at soundbites!

And, Jody, our Nauruan Nurse/Angel got our messages and bravely called us back - despite the fact that we must have looked much more like stalkers than anything else! She's at The Globe at Baker Street right now with Owen! And I'm going to join them in about 8 minutes!

But first, a couple of hastily thought out conclusions:

London scored 189.

That's pretty good. No, there isn't someone from every country in the world living here, but it is now officially the most cosmopolitan city in the world.

Until another city beats 189.

So, no, the story doesn't end here.

For one thing, we plan to write a book about the whole adventure AND have the ultimate global party with someone from every country in the world in one place at one time (hopefully early next year - more information to follow...).

But also, we want to beat 189 ourselves! Whether it be New York, Montreal or Hong Kong, we're almost certainly going to give it another crack...

So please do stay in touch and keep visiting the site for more updates. We may well need your help again soon!

No.189: Nauru

2007-10-24T19:30:00.000Z

Full story to follow ...

Owen Powell - 24th October 2007

Yesterday, we got an email from a nurse called Jody. Jody is from Nauru! (Well, half from Nauru, but at this stage of the project, half-Nauruan definitely counts).

We both replied, we went to bed, we woke up (all these activities were done individually, in our separate houses), and saw that Jody had not replied. We ummed and ahhed. I had a shower. (I don't know what Alex did). We phoned each other, and decided that as Jody had told us where she worked, we should go to where she worked. Which is a intensive care unit for children in the Royal Brompton Hospital.

It's amazing how far into a hospital you can get without really being ill or injured. We were on the point of going into a classroom for ill children in search of a nurse from Nauru, but saw another nurse in the corridor and asked her instead. "Jody?" she said. "Oh, she was on night shift last night, so she's probably in bed now. Do you want to leave her a message, in case she's working tonight?" Alex scribbled something, in the kind of handwriting a stalker might use, and we hoped for the best.

Later this afternoon, while Alex and I ate lunch (this time, together, at my house) Jody phoned. A Nauruan! Finally! On the very final day that a Nauruan could have phoned!

She told me that she wasn't working tonight, and in fact wanted to come to our last night party, bringing her sister, another half-Nauruan with her. (Two half-Nauruans, in my book, always add up to one whole Nauruan).

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Jody and Catherine came to the party, stayed for hours, and put up with everyone else saying, "So, YOU'RE the famous Nauruans!" again and again. But they are the famous Nauruans, in our eyes, and it was a fitting end to the project to interview someone in the final hours of what has been the most amazing year of our lives.

No.188: Qatar

2007-10-24T18:05:00.000Z

Full story to follow...

Alex Horne - 24th October 2007

If he is to be our final find, we couldn't have asked for anyone more appropriate or erudite than the former Ambassador of Qatar, Mr Al-Khalifa. We met at 6pm, six hours before our deadline, in a perfectly cosmopolitan cafe in Mayfair, where he now resides.

Some Qatar Quotes:

On Londoners:
'I don't expect people to smile when walking around. You're busy, you have to get somewhere! People in London are nice.'

On London:
'Now it is a global city. No one can claim it. You find yourself in places now and you don't know where in the world you are.'

On multiculturalism:
'When people move around they become aware of each other. They understand each other. That way, there are no more wars. Unfortunately politicians all over the world are backwards when it comes to multiculturalism.'

On Ken Livingston:
'The Mayor is a good man. He is ahead of his time. He understood what people who come from abroad can do for this city. It used to be dark after 5pm on the streets. Not any more!'

On Doha:
'You can't compare it to London. It's a much smaller city. It's a new city with new people. 80% of the people are non-Qataris. There are people from all over the world there. You could find someone from every country in the world there.'

The End of the World (in One City)?

2007-10-24T13:27:00.000Z

Alex Horne - October 24th 2007

So, we've got less than ten hours left till our year long search comes to an end and there are still five countries to find. Why am I wasting time writing this then? Good question.

Well, first of all, Happy United Nations Day! Good.

And second, I'm afraid we've almost exhausted both our options and ourselves. Here's a quick breakdown of the current situation:

Qatar: We are meeting a Qatari gentleman (a former ambassador in fact), at six o'clock this evening. If this falls through we will feel extremely foolish.
Tuvalu: We can confirm that there are absolutely no Tuvaluans living in London. I have, however, met the closest Tuvaluan to London, a lady called Suliana whose house I visited yesterday - more details to follow.
Palau: Again, we are as sure as sure can be (is that a phrase? It sounds like one but doesn't seem to make any sense) that there are no Palauans in London. We've looked everywhere. The Mayor's office have looked everywhere. People from Fiji, New Zealand, Kiribati and Tuvalu have looked everywhere. In fact, we don't even think there's a Palauan in the whole of the UK. An interesting if frustrating fact if true.
Marshall Islands: No - no Marshallese people in London I'm afraid. But we have had an email from someone who is half Marshallese, half Nauruan (see below) who lives in Gravesend. We were hoping to pay her a visit but unfortunately we're still waiting for her to get back in touch. Also, we were contacted yesterday evening by...
Nauru: A nurse from Nauru works in the Royal Brompton Hospital! She emailed us, we emailed back - incredibly excitedly - then nothing... Obviously we paid the hospital a visit this morning only to be told that our one Pacific lead was on night shifts. She's almost certainly asleep as I write this. But we've left messages for her at the hospital and on her email so are hoping to meet her some time before midnight tonight.

Also before midnight tonight we're going to have a drink. In fact, we're hoping to have a drink with a lot of the people we've met over the last twelve months. And even some of the people we haven't met. So if you fancy coming along, we'll be at the Globe* Pub opposite Baker Street tube from 7.30pm tonight.

Again, Happy United Nations Day!

*Globe, by the way, is clearly a deliberate pun - but a multilayered one at that, being as it is an anagram of e-blog. Thank you.

Countries that we're still very much looking for:

2007-10-24T11:43:00.000Z

WANTED

Hello there. Due to popular demand (and because it's a good idea which we really should have thought of ourselves), here is a list of the countries for which we still have no leads. If you are from one of these countries and you now live and work in London, please do get in touch (worldinonecity@hotmail.com)! Or, if you know someone who fits that bill, please do also get in touch (same email address)! Here they are:

Marshall Islands
Palau
Tuvalu

A Tiny Update

2007-10-24T04:38:00.000Z

So Near...

On October 4th I wrote this to show where we stood with our last nationalities and we've been updating it ever since. It's now a bit confusing but does say something about how we're getting on and is quite useful for us to see where we've been looking and what we should be doing next. So don't worry too much if it doesn't make much sense but do let us know if you think there's a stone we haven't yet turned.

"We've got twenty days left so I thought I'd start a bit of a countdown to show how we're getting on with the remaining countries. I can't speak for Owen but I'm starting to become entirely consumed by this thing. I've dreamt twice about meeting a Marshall Islander and woken up distraught that it hadn't actually happened.

After 345 days of searching, the end is in sight. But will we succeed? Will we prove that people have come to this tiny corner of the world from every other corner of the world (accepting that there are 192 corners in the world)? I hope so. Or at least I hope we do everything in our power to prove that they haven't...

So here's where we are with TWENTY days to go (4-10-7) (Owen - please correct my mistakes):"

ANDORRA: After a postponement yesterday and a close call with an Andorran who actually lived in Manchester the day before that, Owen is hopefully meeting Kim this afternoon. COMPLETED 4-10-7!
BARBADOS: Owen is all set to meet a Bajan pupil at a school in Croydon tomorrow (as well as discussing the project in an entertaining and educational way with the other kids. Well done and good luck Owen). COMPLETED 5-10-7!
BOTSWANA: After spending yesterday evening going to a gig by a Botswanan band that never actually showed up, I was today contacted by a man called Kabelo to whom I am immensely grateful and whom I should be meeting on Monday. COMPLETED 8-10-7!
CAMBODIA: After two time-consuming trips to the Vietnam Laos and Cambodia Refugee Centre in Kingsland I finally met Mr Gak (from Vietnam) who gave me the phone number for a Mrs Owen (the head of a Cambodian society based in Southampton) who is now trying to find me someone from Cambodia who lives in London. There are also unconfirmed rumours about a Cambodian restaurant in Camden. Day 19 update: Mrs Owen has given my number to a Cambodian refugee who lives in London and should be calling me soon... Day 17 update: she phoned! And I'm going to meet her in Hackney on Sunday!COMPLETED 14-10-7!
CHAD: Owen has found someone on a London socialising website. This is a tenuous lead. Day 16 update: Alex has a new email address. We might be getting somewhere. COMPLETED 11-10-7!
CONGO (Republic of the): My dad has found me a very nice guy called Mr Padzhou whom I was meant to meet yesterday but who had to postpone and so whom I will hopefully be meeting next Monday or Tuesday in Walthamstow. Day 16 update: I should now be meeting Mr Padzhou next Monday. Fingers crossed.COMPLETED 15-10-7!
COTE D'IVOIRE: A friend of my brother's has given me the phone number of a guy he calls Drogba who I have spoken to and whom I should be meeting on Monday. I have also been chatting to Kolo Toure's agent but we don't know if he actually lives in London yet. COMPLETED 8-10-7!
DEMOCRATIC PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC OF KOREA: Owen and I have planned a trip to New Malden next Wednesday. Day 15 update: Owen and I did indeed spend this afternoon in New Malden and spoke to ten South Koreans but zero North Koreans. We did, however, find three leads which Owen is going to chase vigorously. TRIPLE COMPLETED 19-10-7!
DJIBOUTI: We have nothing. Day 14 update: We have someone!COMPLETED 11-10-7!
DOMINICA: Owen is hopefully meeting a Dominican this evening. COMPLETED 4-10-7!
FIJI: A friend of a friend of my wife's is Fijian and returning from a holiday in the middle of next week. Owen may also find one watching their team play South Africa at the rugby world cup on Sunday. Day 17 update: Owen didn't find a Fijian at the rugby and South Africa won. His Samoan did, however, provide us with another lead. Day 14 update: We've also got a lead through Facebook. Day 12 update: Alex went to the Fiji Day celebrations in Aldershot, and met a Fijian. COMPLETED 13-10-7!
GABON: Oscar from Equatorial Guinea has invited us to the Equatorial Guinea Independence Day next Friday. I can't go unfortunately, but hopefully Owen and someone from Gabon will. Day 13 update: Oscar introduced Owen to the deputy ambassador for Gabon, but meeting him was breaking the rules. Day 10 update: Owen has met someone on Facebook who he is hopefully meeting on the final Monday. COMPLETED 22-10-7!
GUINEA-BISSAU: Owen's friend Andy might know someone. Day 8 update: we've now been contacted by two more people that may have leads so are starting to feel confident. COMPLETED 23-10-7!
HAITI: We have nothing. Day 12 update: An email has come in ... COMPLETED 16-10-7!
KIRIBATI: Tonga from Tonga might know someone from Kiribati. Day 12 update: A lead for Alex from the Fiji day celebrations - hopefully meeting Mr Burentarawa on Tuesday. COMPLETED 16-10-7!
LAO: Jessica from the last live show has given us an email address whom we are waiting to hear back from. Day 9 update: we still haven't heard back from this contact so are now scouring restaurants. Day 8 update: we have confirmation of a chef from Laos working in a pub in Richmond. I'm going to pay them a visit tomorrow. COMPLETED 18-10-7!
LESOTHO: We have been trying to find a convenient time to meet lovely Likeng in South London for the last three months. Hopefully it will happen soon. Day 10 update: unfortunately Likeng is now out of the UK until after our deadline. However, I do have a friend from university from Lesotho who lives outside London but whose brother lives in Finsbury Park and who I'm hoping to meet. Day 10 update: Owen has also found someone on Facebook. DOUBLE COMPLETED 17-10-7!
LIBYA: A friend of a friend of my brother's has located a Libyan whom I emailed today. Owen also might know someone called Molly. Day 17 update: Owen met Molly but Molly lives in Sunningdale - outside of London! I have meanwhile been corresponding with another Libyan lady called Sara whom I hope to meet in the next day or two. COMPLETED 10-10-07!
MALDIVES: We have nothing. Day 15 update: my elder brother's fiancee has a friend who has a friend from the Maldives who's in the Maldives at the moment but whose brother is in London and who we might be able to meet.COMPLETED 12-10-7!
MARSHALL ISLANDS: We have nothing. Day 3 update: Somebody living in Gravesend (just outside London) is half-Nauruan, half-Marshallese. We're going to try to speak to her before our deadline.
MAURITANIA: A very nice person called Fatima (from Sierra Leone) has put me in touch with her aunt's husband Gibril whom I am meeting on Tuesday. COMPLETED 9-10-07!
MICRONESIA: One of our previous finds has set up a secret meeting... COMPLETED 20-10-7!
NAURU: We have nothing. Day 2 update: A Nauruan nurse (IN LONDON!) emailed us. We're going to go looking for her on our last day. COMPLETED 24-10-7!
NICARAGUA: Owen's contact has had to pull out due to poor health. We are back to square one. Day 16 update: Alex appeared on LBC Radio and now we have a new lead. COMPLETED 10-10-7!
NIGER: Doundosy from Burkina Faso may be able to help. Day 6 update: Ibrat from Uzbekistan phoned - he's found us a man from Niger who works at the World Service, and Owen is meeting him on Monday.COMPLETED 22-10-7!
PALAU: We have nothing.
PAPUA NEW GUINEA: Nick, a contact whom we had almost give up on, phoned Owen today and they're hopefully meeting next Tuesday. COMPLETED 9-10-7!
QATAR: Surprisingly, we have nothing. Day 15 update: Sara, our Libyan, may know someone. Fingers crossed. Day 1 update: We should be meeting our Qatari this evening .... COMPLETED 24-10-7!
SAMOA: Owen is hopefully meeting a lady called Pele tomorrow. COMPLETED 5-10-7!
SAO TOME AND PRINCIPE: See Gabon. Day 13 update: Unfortunately, there were no Sao Tome and Principians at the party... Day 9 update: a very nice BBC World journalist put us in touch with someone called Sao whom I am meeting tomorrow! COMPLETED 19-10-7!
SOLOMON ISLANDS: A very nice Priest gave me another Priest's (from the Solomon Islands) phone number but so far there's been no reply. Day 19 update: Ben, the Solomon Islander Priest has called! We are hopefully meeting on Tuesday... COMPLETED 8-10-7!
SURINAME - Very nice Fatima put me in touch with someone called Rachel from Suriname who's on holiday but returns next week. Day 17 update: Rachel has been in touch and we're trying to meet tomorrow. COMPLETED 9-10-07!
SWAZILAND - My other brother has tried to help but as yet there's been no reply from his contact so we are still pinning our hopes on Richard E. Grant whose agent says he's too busy. Day 16 update: we've been emailed by a Swazilander! And we're arranging a meeting.COMPLETED 11-10-7!
TUVALU - Owen's friend Zane has put us in contact with someone called Joshua who put us in touch with the wife of a guy called Avau whom we're waiting to hear back from. Day 11 update: I also got a couple of contacts from people I met through Patrick and Philomena at the Fiji Independence Day Party in Aldershot. Day 6 update: we are now being told by everyone who might know that there are categorically no Tuvaluans in London. I have been emailing a kind and patient lawyer/author called Philip Ells who doesn't know any, Owen has visited the Honorary Consul who lives in Tuvalu House down in Merton but is actually from Tanzania, and I've just spoken to a Mrs McNaughton who is from Tuvalu but lives in Ayrshire, Scotland. She told me she knows all four of the other Tuvaluans in the UK and they live in Exeter, York, Carlisle and Alton respectively. Still, we have not given up yet... Day 1 update: By now, we're pretty sure there are no Tuvaluans in London.

That's it. It's tangible. But time is running out.

If you can help with ANY of these countries please get in touch.

As always it's worldinonecity@hotmail.com.

We would love to hear from you.

Missing Country C: Marshall Islands

2007-10-24T02:50:00.000Z

'I'm going to stop you right there'

Alex Horne - 24th October 2007

I spoke to a man called Giff Johnson in the Marshall Islands on Tuesday night (although it was Wednesday morning for him). He's been the editor of the Marshall Island Journal for the last 22 years (that link would not have been possible two weeks ago, by the way - the islands' best (and only) newspaper's website went live for the first time on October 10th).

'I'm going to stop you right there', he said in a strong American accent when I'd told him roughly what I needed. 'We tried to find someone in London last year for another organisation and we searched and searched and couldn't find anyone. I'm sure nothing's changed since then'.

So there we go. There's no one here from the Marshall Islands. Just as we suspected but didn't want to believe.

The organisation doing that research last year, by the way: The Daily Mail. Ironic?

Missing Country B: Palau

2007-10-24T02:35:00.000Z

A mysterious wreath

Owen Powell - 24th October 2007

Last Thursday, Alex and I were standing on top of the GLA building, with wonderful views of Tower Bridge to the east and St Paul's to the west. We had been discussing our project with the Mayor's office, and they were extremely enthusiastic and helpful, and now we were up on the tenth floor thinking about ideas for parties and massive international get-togethers in 2008. It's nice to think that 'The World In One City' might end up being an ongoing project, rather than reaching a partially-triumphant conclusion tonight.

Alex pointed out to the east, nudged me and said, "Is that where Rotherhithe is?" I confirmed that it was (it's only a twenty minute walk from where I live). "Great," he said, "let's go and find our Palauan after this meeting has finished ..."

You're probably expecting me to be more excited about having found a Palauan. After all, we have just spent a year trying to meet people from every country on the planet, and with a week to go Palau was almost top of the list of the countries we had heard nothing about. But it was with a fairly heavy heart that we jumped on the 188 at Tower Bridge, made the short journey to St Mary's Church in Rotherhithe, and stood by the grave of Prince Lee Boo.

In all our research, the only Palauan we can conclusively prove to have lived in London is Lee Boo. Unfortunately, for him and us, Lee Boo died aged 20 in the year 1784. He was picked up on the East India Company's ship, 'The Antelope', when his father, the King of what is now Palau, asked the Englishmen who were travelling home via China to take his son with them and make him an Englishman. Lee Boo firstly visited China, where he saw his first mirror and first cow, then arrived in London, witnessing the first balloon flight in England a few months later. (There is more on his story here.)

Sadly, after five months of living in London, Prince Boo caught smallpox and died. He's buried in the churchyard of St Mary's, and you can see a 360-degree image of his grave here. We stood there for a while, and I copied the authentically eighteenth-century inscription into my notebook (sample: "stop reader stop let Nature Claim A tear / A prince Of Mine LEE BOO Lies Buried Here").

St Mary's itself was quite quiet. Alex spoke to the priest, who looked a bit like Friar Tuck, and he said that once every three or four years, somebody from Palau comes to visit and lays flowers on the grave. This year, however, a mysterious person had laid a wreath and he wasn't sure who it was. Could it be a London-based Palauan? We're not sure. Probably not. We think we would have found them by now.

We waved goodbye to the church and Lee Boo, and Alex went to meet a chef from Laos.

Missing Country A: Tuvalu

2007-10-23T14:30:00.000Z

Full story to follow...

Alex Horne - 23rd October 2007

When I was about 8 years old our family dentist moved his practice from Midhurst in West Sussex to Alton in Hampshire. Showing unusual and perhaps unnecessary loyalty in the field of teeth, we then spent the next ten years travelling twenty one miles West North West to have the same man make our mouths hurt.

Up till now, therefore, Alton has been a town of uncomfortable memories for me. Yes, we got given a sticker on the way out of the surgery as some sort of compensation but I mainly remember the painful needles, grinding drills, blinding lights and weird pink water.

I'm going to the dentist for the first time in Chesham this Friday, by the way, so I guess I might be a tiny bit preoccupied with the whole business.

Today, however, my view of Alton was altered forever and favourably by Suliana and her husband Paul who not only welcomed me into their home but even picked me up and dropped me off at the station (without once mentioning things like fillings, dentures or headbraces).

They met on the main island (and capital) Funafuti when Paul was working there as the People's Lawyer from 1990 to 1993. Some of you may have read a book called Where the Hell is Tuvalu? by a man called Philip Ells. I have. He was also the People's Lawyer in Tuvalu. In fact, he took the job over from Paul. I contacted the author a few months ago, he replied and we ended up having something of a fun dialogue. But he didn't know of any Tuvaluans in London.

He did, however, know Paul and Suliana, having gone out for a couple of drinks with the former before going out for a couple of years to Tuvalu. They haven't been in touch for a good few years so I've promised to pass on each others' email addresses (I found Suliana through Patrick and Philomena, my Kiribati contacts, incidentally*).

Anyway, Suliana has lived in Alton for fourteen years. The last time she flew back to Tuvalu was on September 11th 2001. Suliana, Paul and their three children were meant to be flying via America but were rerouted through Hong Kong. It's not the easiest place to reach at the best of times.

'When do you think you'll next go back?' I asked.

'When I win the lottery', she replied.

Suliana confirmed definitively that there are definitely NO TUVALUANS LIVING IN LONDON. There are three in her house (her niece and mother also live there at present), one in Scotland, one in Exeter and one in Sheffield - but that's it. Her cousin was also living in Cornwall but she's not there at the moment.

We also talked briefly about global warming, the subject for which Tuvalu is most (if not solely) known.

'If it's mentioned in the paper my workmates get excited and say 'have you seen what's happened? It's going to disappear! You should phone home and check your family's ok!' It's nice they are worried but they make it soundsso dramatic. I know what it's like. It's not really happening. Slowly, yes, the sea is coming. But the people there just don't want to move away...

Yes. I miss home.'

* Argh! Inci-dental-ly! I can't stop thinking about it...

No.187: Guinea-Bissau

2007-10-23T11:54:00.000Z

Full story to follow ...

Owen Powell - 23rd October 2007

With only a day to go, I feel like I am inundated with non-working phone numbers for people from Guinea-Bissau. Finally, I have some luck with a number sent across by Jamie from the Mayor's office (oh yes, for this final week, we've got the big guns in).

I meet Nayanka at SOAS where she studies Politics and Development. Born in France, but the proud owner of joint Guinea-Bissau/Portuguese nationality, she is a suitably cosmopolitan person to allow us to reach the point where we can say that people from every African nation (more than a quarter of the world's countries) live in London. We've also met people from every European country, every country in the whole of the Americas (North, Central, South, Caribbean), and every country in Asia. After tomorrow, we hope we can say the same for the Middle East. It's just Oceania that's proving a little harder ...

No.186: Niger

2007-10-22T18:24:00.000Z

Full story to follow ...

Owen Powell - 22nd October 2007

Ibrat from Uzbekistan knows I'm on the lookout for a person from Niger (a 'Nigerien', as I later learn - not to be confused with a 'Nigerian', somebody from Nigeria). He asks around at the BBC World Service where he works, and locates Elhadji, who works in the Hausa department.

Elhadji is now pretty settled in London, his family is here (including his third child, only five months old) and he's been at the BBC for nearly ten years. But journalism wasn't his first career - as he was good at science in school, the government gave him a scholarship to study Mining Engineering, in what was then Czechoslovakia at the end of the 1980s. "There weren't many other black Africans around," he says, "so it was sometimes quite difficult. London feels far more mixed and welcoming."

No.185: Gabon

2007-10-22T12:26:00.000Z

Full story to follow ...

Owen Powell - 22nd October 2007

Michel came over from Gabon when he was eight, with his mum and younger brother. They moved to Newham - Michel had never seen snow or white people before, and couldn't understand why his mum was speaking this funny new language (they had grown up speaking French). Now, however, he thinks of himself as an East Londoner. Are you losing your sense of being Gabonese, I ask him? "I've lost it all together, if I'm being honest," he replies.

Michel became an uncle over the weekend.

No.184: Micronesia

2007-10-20T11:20:00.000Z

Full story to follow ...

Owen Powell - 20th October 2007

You'll have to trust me on this one. I met a Micronesian, but I did it in a sneaky way and I feel worse about it than I did about meeting the man from Myanmar. So, no details yet ...

No.183: North Korea

2007-10-19T12:09:00.000Z

Full story to follow ...

Owen Powell - 19th October 2007

Alex and I made a trip to New Malden last week, where we spoke to EunJung Lee, a (South) Korean lady who runs an educational consultancy. She thought that a teacher she knew may have had some North Korean students, and a few phone calls, emails, and days later, I'm back in New Malden, waiting for Denise to take me to her classroom.

Now, I promised Denise I would let her see my write-up of my meeting with her students, so all I can confirm here is, yes, I met not one, not two, but three people from the People's Democratic Republic of Korea, their names (as far as I am concerned) were Geraldine, Keith and John, and while a couple of them have seen Buckingham Palace, none of them have had afternoon tea with the Queen.

No.182: Sao Tome and Principe

2007-10-19T05:41:00.000Z

Full story to follow...

Alex Horne - 19th October 2007

Whilst working in a school in Ghana earlier in the year, my brother Mat happened to read an article by a lady called Maimouna Jallow who had moved from London to Sao Tome and Principe. You can read the article here.

On a whim, I guessed her email address, received one back pointing me to her actual address, and sent her a message pleading for help.

Within hours she'd put me in touch with her friend Conceicao. Within days I'd spent a fascinating and hugely enjoyable hour and a half with this former BBC World journalist, renowned poet and truly inspiring woman.

No. 181: Laos

2007-10-18T08:19:00.000Z

Full story to follow...

Alex Horne - 18th October 2007

Following a tip-off from a very helpful correspondent called Marc, I headed down to a pub called the Racing Page in Richmond this evening. The train was bursting with commuters. In fact, the only person in my carriage not wearing a suit and tie was the drunk-ish old-ish man next to me who spent most of the journey impressively listing the Eastern European countries who've most recently joined the EU and concluding that they should all return to their homelands because he hadn't invited them over here. He then looked at my yellow shoes and concluded that I'd almost certainly bought them in Oxfam. I didn't agree with him.

Toi presumed I was there to talk to his dad. 'He's quite a famous Laotian chef and artist', he explained. 'A lot of people come to talk to him about his recipes.' But I was more than happy to meet his son, a chatty 29 year old who'd arrived in the UK aged two and grew up in Worthing, just like my mum.

No.180: Lesotho

2007-10-17T11:43:00.000Z

Full story to follow ...

Owen Powell - 17th October 2007

Refiloe is not in London entirely by choice. "In Lesotho, I was a qualified advocate - what you call a barrister. I practiced for a year and a half, it was great work. Then my partner got a job in London. We tried to make it work long distance, but it was hard. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have come."

He now works in the legal department of Camden Council, and is going to be taking a Masters next year in Compliance and Commercial Law, with a view to (one day) working back in Lesotho again. It's clear where Refiloe's heart is ("This is great!" he says at one point, "I never get the chance to talk about Lesotho like this, normally!") and he brings me up to speed with a detailed survey of Lesotho life.

Some facts about Lesotho:
1) The only country in the world that is ENTIRELY a kilometre or more above sea level.
2) One person from Lesotho is called a Mosotho (the plural is Basotho). The language is Sesotho.
3) Lesotho's motto is 'Peace, Rain, Prosperity'.
4) During the apartheid era, Lesotho (which is surrounded by South Africa) gave asylum to political activists, and provided education for those unable to receive it in South Africa.

No.179: Haiti

2007-10-16T08:08:00.000Z

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Alex Horne - 16th October 2007

Both of Kathleen's parents are from Haiti. Indeed, all four of her grandparents are Haitian. But Kathleen herself has never actually lived there, having spent her first nine years in New York, the next nineteen in Montreal and then living in Miami before moving to London in 2004.

On a table outside the same Starbucks on Chancery Lane where I'd met Ohood from Bahrain three months earlier, we chatted merrily away about how different people view different nationalities. In Britain people think she's American, but in America people think she's Canadian. Nobody seems to know how to respond when she says she's from Haiti. 'I have no country!' she laughed.

It's hard to get the tone right in these brief blurbs but I should make it clear that this was a very upbeat conversation about race. She may not fit in to any easy category, but Kathleen has clearly enjoyed her life wherever it has taken her, this 'outsider' status a quirk not a burden.

Still, I did feel quite pleased with myself when, having pronounced her 'genetically Haitian' and eminently qualified to represent Haiti here, Kathleen smiled broadly and said, 'I love that'.

No.178: Kiribati

2007-10-16T06:16:00.000Z

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Alex Horne - October 16th

Kiribati is pronounced keery-pus. That's according to 62 year old Mr Maritino Burentawara (pronounced purentawara) who's now living in Sutton (yes, that is London, it's in the London Borough of Sutton). He's been a missionary and a headmaster in his time and has lived in Papua New Guinea and Australia as well as Kiribati and London. When he and his wife, whom he met while she was working for VSO on the islands, first came to the UK they stayed on the floor of her parents' farm in Scotland. 'That is the coldest part of this country', he told me.

No.177: Republic of the Congo

2007-10-15T08:33:00.000Z

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Alex Horne - 15th October 2007

My dad found us Mr Pandzou after hearing his accent on the phone and demanding to know (purely because of this project of course) where he was from. They were chatting about a charity Mr Pandzou is running in Walthamstow, helping elderly people in the area go about their everyday lives. He is also trying to set up a charity in the Congo where the suffering, he told me, is unbelievable.

No.176: Cambodia

2007-10-14T08:38:00.000Z

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Alex Horne - 14th October 2006

In the kitchen of her house in Hackney, Muyeng first soothed my rugby-inspired hangover with a cup of tea and a slice of moon cake then told me her moving and inspiring tale of fleeing Pol Pot and the Khymer Rouge through the Cambodian jungle to a refugee camp in Thailand. That was in 1983. After five more traumatic years she was finally taken to London, where she's lived with her family for the last nineteen years and where I also met her first grandson, a smiling six month old baby called Charlie.

No.175: Fiji

2007-10-13T08:51:00.000Z

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Alex Horne - 13th October 2007

The UK's Fiji Independence Day celebrations this year took place in Aldershot. There I sung the national anthem, watched but didn't join in traditional dancing and eventually met Uncle Joe outside the army community centre cum traditiontal Fijian 'Fale' - whilst also attempting to get contacts for the likes of Kiribati and Tuvalu.

No.174: Maldives

2007-10-12T11:20:00.000Z

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Owen Powell - 12th October 2007

Ismail is in his second stint in London. The first came as a student, firstly doing a degree in Biochemistry, then two years at the London Film School. I hover my pen over my notebook, trying to make the link. "I had no interest in Biochemistry," says Ismail. "My parents were keen for me to have something to fall back on, but now I feel it was wasted time. I always wanted to go into film or TV - in fact, I made short films even during my first degree."

He arrived back in London this year, after five years studying film and working in TV in Los Angeles. (If you've seen any of the US Big Brother, you may have seen some of Ismail's editing work). He's now looking to move away from the 'reality' genre into more narrative work.

He goes back to the Maldives regularly to see friends and family (many of his friends are in Sri Lanka, where he went to school). While he was there in 2004, his plane was on a runway when the tsunami hit. "Things were a lot worse elsewhere, further south. But the runway flooded, and we were stranded for twelve hours. I remember I'd felt the earthquake earlier in the day - I'd felt a few in LA - but this went on for over a minute."

No.173: Chad

2007-10-11T13:22:00.000Z

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Alex Horne - 11th October 2007

'Everybody who has left Chad wants to go back soon', Theo told me. 'We're not rich - in fact we're one of the poorest countries in the world - but we just love our country.' Theo himself is no exception. Having completed his LPC he's now working for the Brixton Legal Centre whilst applying for a training contract. 'That is my purpose here - to be qualified as a business sollicitor. My ultimate aim is to have a practise back home. That is my dream.'

No.172: Swaziland

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Owen Powell - 11th October 2007

"One of the first thing I bought when I moved here five years ago was a fishing rod," says Tracey-Ann. "I'm a proper farm girl, I'm outdoorsy, I can't quite get used to the pace of urban life. Walking down a street when everyone's got umbrellas up - that's a mission."

Despite that, Tracey-Ann works in the heart of London, in the Treasury in Whitehall. "I always say to the guys I work with - Look where you work! It's amazing! Some of them don't appreciate all the building and the architecture like I do - I love working here." Compared to the work culture in South Africa, where Tracey-Ann previously worked, she finds British people friendly and less macho.

"My favourite place in London is Camden." Tracey-Ann starts to laugh. "I took my dad there when he came over, and we just wandered around looking at all the freaky people. By the end of the day, I had bruised ribs from all the times he had nudged me."