My favourite bad tourist story is from when I was in Iceland. We went to the Blue Lagoon, which is a fab, if very touristy, hot springs/spa place. Because it's Iceland, you have to get naked to shower before you get in, and because it's Iceland, there's no cubicles or anything to change in. I've always had a pretty Scandinavian approach to nudity so I didn't care at all and was happily breezing about the place in the nip. At one point though I heard a voice pipe up 'I don't know why these people can't cover up, haven't they any shame at all?!', in a horrified voice that was clearly intended to carry.
'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Go, Hil! May turning in your dissertation lift a burden from your shoulders and help ease some of the pain.
Thanks.
Less-pain~ma, Hil, and yay for being able to turn in dissertation! When do you defend it?
Thanks. July 14.
Backatcha Seska. Yay!
July 14.
And I'm working on coming up with a good alibi for you for July 15.
Third graders in Brooklyn make a documentary about gender stereotypes. [link]
Yes Southhampton in England. I didn't really get to see much of it. Walked through the city parks near the hotel mainly. I got n yesterday morning after about 24 hours of travel so I was pretty wiped out. Had lunch, took a nap, walked around a bit, had dinner, had a pint at the hotel bar then headed back to my room.
Speaking of bad tourists, fifteen years ago a professor in Mankato, MN made a Fake Mankato city web page to show his students how to not trust everything they read on the Internet.
Fifteen years later, tourists are inquiring about the Famous Underwater City.
Yes, I am up due to pain, so I decided to inflict some...
Bon Voyage, NoiseDesign!
Just like how we don't have voodoo in Jamaica, but people figure if it is good enough for one island we probably all do it. Thanks, mate.
Hah. I got in an argument about this with my dad just the other day. (FTR, I was right.)
There are definitely some Canadians who are a little too much on their high horse about not being American but they also take a lot of crap. It's one of those slow burn things - the constant default assumption is that you're American, and then the habit of people (mostly themselves American) to announce that there's no difference anyway, can get seriously aggravating.
And I'm both Canadian and American. If I find it grating, I can certainly see where Canadians who do not have any connection to the US find it much more so.
I read up on obeah last night before I crashed like whoa. Wow, so tired!
In London, I ate mostly potatoes, samosas and pasta because I was so goddamned broke, but then, I was a student. We DID make it a point of hitting a Pizza Hut in every city we visited for our Ye Olde England class, but it became a trope -- we were so amazed and amused to find a PH in Bath, that it became a Thing. Canterbury! Pizza Hut! Crazy. We would take pix to add to the collection. Hey, we were 19 and 20.
And it was England. If we were spending the semester in Italy or Greece, I don't think we would have done so.