Well, Wirraway, that reminds me of a joke I heard just the other day.
Jim and Bill, two Canadian men who are best friends, decide that they're sick and tired of the winters on the western plains. So they go to see a travel agent and find out they can get a really good deal on a trip to Australia, where summer is just beginning. Excitedly, they take it, and a few days later they head to the airport in their parkas and get on a plane to head Down Under.
When they land they decide to have a celebratory drink, and they head for a lounge in the airport, sit down at the bar and order beer. Jim and Bill are still a little shellshocked from the winters and they came to Australia to be hot after all, so they still haven't taken their parkas off. At one of the tables in the bar, a group of Aussies is perplexed by this scene, and one of them gets up, walks over to the Canadians and says, "G'Day! Can I ask where exactly you guys are from?"
"Saskatoon, Saskatchewan," Bill replies.
"Come again?"
This time Jim speaks up. "Saskatoon, Saskatchewan."
The Aussie returns to his table. One of his drinking buddies asks, "So, where are they from?"
"I've got no idea. Those guys don't even speak English."