I was at a convention in Wisconsin, and enthralled a group of 20-something year old americans with the tale of snow snakes from the great white north, and the migrations of their primary food source - the 25 lb arctic squirrel. Just as the story was wearing thin, another military friend of mine walked in the room, caught the tail end of the story and carried it on, thoroughly convincing these people that furred reptiles roam in the hills left by the snow plough, picking off unsuspecting cats, small children, and dog-sized carnivorous squirrels.
I live in Ottawa. I was once asked by a customer at work if he could take in the West Edmonton Mall in a morning trip the next day or if it would take all day to drive there, see it and drive back.
I used to sell Dickie Dee ice cream as a teen ager, and I lived in St. Catharines. One fine July day when the temperature was about 40 C, a car pulled up with New York tags, with skis on the roof. The driver rolled down the window and asked how far until he got to see igloos. This rocket scientist had driven 20 whopping kilometers in ludicrous July heat to ask an ice cream vendor where he could find igloos. So I sent him to Ontario Place in Toronto, there's a big Cinesphere ball thingy there. I hope he was happy.
Ever try to explain the crossing of Canada to someone from Switzerland? I had that conversation on a business trip. This guy wanted to fly to Halifax and drive across Canada to Vancouver. I said sure, plan on about 10ish days of driving 8 hours a day, assuming you don't do much other than eat, sleep and drive. The concept of driving in the same general direction for 10 days is lost on the Swiss. It has absolutely no meaning for them.