The39thStep
Urban critical thinker
Normally do that later in the day
British woman has her holiday to Benidorm ruined "because her hotel had 'too many Spanish people"
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Saul Goodman
It's all good, man
You don't know what you're missing. Start the day with a 'there but for the grace of god go I' wank, closely followed by a wank of shame, and it's all uphill from there.
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petee
no gods, no malarkey
Saul Goodman
It's all good, man
What I did notice is that depending on where you go, people's attitudes differ. Case in point: I once booked a holiday in Ayia Napa. The first night there I went to the local bars, and got chatting to a local bar owner. He was depressed, complaining about the pissed-up English people he had to deal with on a daily basis, and how he wanted to sell up and move away.
After 2 days I decided I'd had enough of Ayia Napa, so I packed up and moved a little further north towards the border. I found a hotel, threw my things into the room and went out to find somewhere to eat. The first place I landed upon was owned by possibly the nicest person I've ever met (we're still in contact). I sat down on the patio of his restaurant/pub, and he came outside and asked me what I'd like. I ordered food, which arrived with a carafe of wine. I explained that I hadn't ordered wine, but the owner sat down with me and insisted I have the wine, as it was from his own vinyard and it was free! He sat with me throughout the meal, sharing the food and wine, and chatting shit. He just wanted me to enjoy his food and his wine, and the two most important things we chatted about were the weather, as it hadn't rained for over a year, and how his parents were killed by Turks in the North, which is how he ended up in the south. We encroached on the subject of 'the English', and he didn't have a problem with 'them', which led me to believe that maybe certain places attract certain types and that his place, away from the tourist resorts, didn't attract the Ayia Napa type of tourist.
I spent the remainder of my holiday with him and his family, and when I was leaving, I was told that any time I wished to return, I would have a free bed for as long as I was there.
Not all people are the same. There are good and bad everywhere. If you deliberately set up your stall to cater for the bad, don't be surprised when that's what you get.
Edit: apologies for the lack of paragraphs. I'm doing this on my phone and I'm a tad pissed.
After 2 days I decided I'd had enough of Ayia Napa, so I packed up and moved a little further north towards the border. I found a hotel, threw my things into the room and went out to find somewhere to eat. The first place I landed upon was owned by possibly the nicest person I've ever met (we're still in contact). I sat down on the patio of his restaurant/pub, and he came outside and asked me what I'd like. I ordered food, which arrived with a carafe of wine. I explained that I hadn't ordered wine, but the owner sat down with me and insisted I have the wine, as it was from his own vinyard and it was free! He sat with me throughout the meal, sharing the food and wine, and chatting shit. He just wanted me to enjoy his food and his wine, and the two most important things we chatted about were the weather, as it hadn't rained for over a year, and how his parents were killed by Turks in the North, which is how he ended up in the south. We encroached on the subject of 'the English', and he didn't have a problem with 'them', which led me to believe that maybe certain places attract certain types and that his place, away from the tourist resorts, didn't attract the Ayia Napa type of tourist.
I spent the remainder of my holiday with him and his family, and when I was leaving, I was told that any time I wished to return, I would have a free bed for as long as I was there.
Not all people are the same. There are good and bad everywhere. If you deliberately set up your stall to cater for the bad, don't be surprised when that's what you get.
Edit: apologies for the lack of paragraphs. I'm doing this on my phone and I'm a tad pissed.
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Gromit
International Man of Misery
You’ve just reminded me of Bulgaria. (As well as once ending up part of a Cypriot wedding)
Found a comfortable pub.
Discovered the reason it was so comfortable was that the owner ‘wanted’ English custom. Had traveled to England to study what made an English pub and recreated it.
He was currently moaning that corrupt politicians had diverted British air traffic to an airport nearer to a resort where they all personally owned various business stakes and that he didn’t get as many English now thanks to their corruption. (The battle of sunny beach vs Golden Sands)
We’d arrived by train from Sofia by the way.
mojo pixy
...שלא נמצא בשמאל
I didn't get it. But I liked it.
(fwiw I meant The Infotainment Scan, tk.4 .. with any necessary apologies for excess literalism)
I know this is purely anecdotal but I've also travelled extensively over many years and lived/worked in different countries. I can't say I've ever encountered a cunty Welshman on those travels. They're in the same box for me as Canadians.
The English, well. They don't travel well. The worst? Israelis. By a stretch.
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krtek a houby
Merry Xmas!
One does not simply travel to Wales
Yes, but only for a few days. Quite liked it actually.
ElizabethofYork
Old Crone
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NoXion
Craicy the Squirrel
Try living there as an English kid with English parents. Didn't matter that my family was skint, I was a "Saes" apparently deserving of scorn and bullying by some of the other kids. Fuck those little shits.
Smokeandsteam
Working Class First
This thread is really lacking 4 ingredients:
1. sweeping generalisations where entire nations are held to possess common characteristics that increasingly become the type of stereotyping that would rapidly be condemned if others engaged in it.
2. A tangible stench of class and cultural snobbery, and assumed superiority of various writers in respect of travel/cuisine choices inherent throughout.
3. Purely anecdotal evidence that is presented as some sort of proof of something, and most importantly
4. Sausage based discussion.
1. sweeping generalisations where entire nations are held to possess common characteristics that increasingly become the type of stereotyping that would rapidly be condemned if others engaged in it.
2. A tangible stench of class and cultural snobbery, and assumed superiority of various writers in respect of travel/cuisine choices inherent throughout.
3. Purely anecdotal evidence that is presented as some sort of proof of something, and most importantly
4. Sausage based discussion.
The39thStep
Urban critical thinker
The Likely Lads first episode Entente Cordial sums up a number of issues on this thread imo.
They have just returned from holiday in Spain where Bob had a crush on a French girl named Louise,at least from afar as he never actually spoke to her. Terry ever the opportunist gave her his address, she sends him a postcard and they arrange to meet much to Bob's chagrin. Terry tries to learn a bit of French for the big meet up and Bob reluctantly accompanies him to the station.
They have just returned from holiday in Spain where Bob had a crush on a French girl named Louise,at least from afar as he never actually spoke to her. Terry ever the opportunist gave her his address, she sends him a postcard and they arrange to meet much to Bob's chagrin. Terry tries to learn a bit of French for the big meet up and Bob reluctantly accompanies him to the station.
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Raheem
Well-Known Member
Obviously, you stop off for chips in Leominster, but I thought it went without saying.
Pickman's model
Starry Wisdom
5. a contentious banning
Pickman's model
Starry Wisdom
what, one voyages there?
T & P
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6. A study of the aerodynamic drag coefficient characteristics of the plastic chairs found in town squares across Europe.
Elpenor
a clown’s heart and a mandolin
That was my experience of Cyprus when my partner of the time worked out there for a year or so. I flew out every other weekend or so (it's quite nice being on a warm beach in February!) and the hospitality was superb. When the landlord came to collect the rent he always brought over a gift of fruit from his orchard or homemade spanakopita his wife had baked for us.
isvicthere?
a.k.a. floppybollocks
No lager? Seriously?
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