Straying way outside of my interests, I'm reading "One Man Caravan" by Robert Fulton, Jr. Written in 1932, it chronicles his journey around the world on a motorcycle. I'm amazed at how similarly the author and I see the world.
In the first few chapters he relates how he came to one village where they inquired where he was heading to next. Upon hearing the answer they exclaimed, "No! You can't go there, they're a bunch of murderous thieves, you'll never make it out alive!" Taking no heed to their warnings he arrived at the next village where they inquired where he came from. Upon hearing the answer they exclaimed, "What? They're a bunch of murderous thieves, you're lucky to have made it out alive!"
People are the same the world over.