What are the chances?

When you run into someone you know in your own city, it's a slight surprise.  Your own state, a bigger surprise.  Somewhere in another state, but still in your country, it's a pretty big surprise.  How about on another continent?  Without using the expletive that I'm thinking...that is a huge surprise.  Cody Anderson, my doctor and friends' son is traveling by motorcycle through Latin America and is stopping in my little town.  He started in Mexico and has made his way halfway through Central America.  Depending on how the border crossing goes between Nicaragua and Costa Rica, he should be here this evening or tomorrow.  How cool is that?  Yippeeee!  Who can tell me what movie his adventure is mimicking?