I frequently take the train through New York and New Jersey, and when I do, I pass through two successive stations: New York Penn Station and Newark Penn Station. I get a chuckle each time thinking about how often someone must get off at the wrong station, given the similarities in their respective pronunciations. It seems especially likely that a rider might exit early when coming north, as they hear the stop pronounced over a crackly loudspeaker. In that case, rather than winding up in the middle of Manhattan, a traveller would discover they’d disembarked in not-exactly-glamorous Newark, New Jersey.

So it is that I’m also quite amused by these folks who aimed for Sydney, Australia, but wound up quite far off the mark.