I’ve been lucky enough to do quite a bit of travelling in my life. As a family, we travelled all over Europe when I was just a lad, and recently I’ve had the opportunity to visit more exotic places like India and Hawaii. What I’ve learned from my travels is that the key to a great experience is to leave your predispositions on the airplane and commit completely to the culture; eat like the locals eat, travel like the locals travel, and – provided you’re skiing in France – wear a fart bag.
One of the things I learned very quickly is how much people appreciate travelers who make a genuine effort. Americans get a bad wrap by Parisians for bustling about in their “Born in the USA” leather jackets by Wilsons and asking random people where the nearest McDonalds is and, when they find one, spending an inordinate amount of time holding up the line while trying to order a Quarter Pounder. To be fair, these people should get a bad wrap anywhere including back here in the US of Fuckin’ A. While every culture is different, I find that by and large, if you simply make an effort and show a some respect for the local culture, people will be very accepting of you.
But everywhere you go is different, of course. In Europe, they like it when you speak the language or admire the beauty of the country. In India, they love it when you show enthusiasm for how batshit crazy the place is. This particular anecdote will ring louder for the software developers in the audience, but one afternoon while I was in India, I was chatting with a manager at my old company and remarked how amazing it was that given the hierarchical structure of their culture, that the traffic is so chaotic. “In most things, we use the Waterfall method. In driving, we use the Agile method.”
On the other hand, the Dutch just like to prove that they know something you don’t, so all you have to do in the Netherlands is ask questions. Don’t overdo it, though; the Dutch don’t suffer fools lightly. For example; I am fluent in Dutch but don’t spend enough time there to understand the rail system the way they do. So, I rarely ask for help with the trains in Dutch; if I do, they treat me like I’m one step left of an amoeba. If I ask in English, I’ll be politely guided through every step of the process. After all, it would be impossible for an American to understand that intricacies of their highly sophisticated system.
The French, I’ve come to understand, only resent people who don’t try to speak French. You don’t have to speak much of it or speak it very well; just make an effort, and they will be fine. I’ve never had a single experience with the “disdainful French”; in fact, I’ve had more than a few discussions with wait staff at restaurants who insist on speaking (a very broken) English to me, and I insist on speaking (a very broken) French in response. This particular case is more polite than it is effective.
French is perhaps the most glorious sounding language on the planet; I’d love to speak it fluently, but am only conversant at infant-level French. Nevertheless, I find it very important to familiarize myself with the most important phrases I’ll need when travelling there. In an effort to lend some assistance to those in the community who are joining us in Lille for Keepers Tour 2013 this year, I offer the following Quick Start Guide. And, always remember Rule #89.
A general expression of surprise:
Qu’esque c’est le fuck avec ça?
An acknowledgement of someone’s not inconsiderable skill on the bike:
Pas bad.
You can close down a misunderstanding with a simple phrase like,
C’est la meme chose thing.
Being amenable with a choice,
Je suis OK avec that.
Asking a mate how s/he is doing:
Qu’esque c’est up?
When intimidating your riding mates:
Laisse tomber le hammer.
Finally, when referring to whomever wins Roubaix this year,
Il est une homme bad ass, n’est pas?
See you on the flip side in France. Vive la Vie Velominatus.
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@Chris
I'm taking the Tunnel - only time I'll be directly relying on communists
@scaler911 Estonian - which I only worked out from the TV station ident and confirmed by following the link to the domain name, not by any linguistic ability.
Oh, and that's quite a video BTW. How the fuck did you find that ?
@ChrisO
This is priceless!
@Mike_P
Welcome aboard, Mike!
-Dinan
@Buck Rogers
That's life in New York/New Jersey. I lived in the Bronx for a time during graduate school. First time I went to the corner bodega to pick up some beers, the newly-minted New Yorker (of recent Dominican ancestry) behind the counter carded me. After inspecting my ID for a few minutes, he looked up and said, "Wisconsin? What country is that in?" My guess is that U.S. geography was not his strong suit during his citizenship classes.
@ChrisO
@cyclops posted it on the Book of Faces. Crazy, crazy shit going on in that video. Awesome.
@scaler911
Fully.
boingboing.net refers to the act, Winny Puhh (Winny the Pooh, of course), long established in Estonia, as a "highly theatrical Estonian punk/metal/WTF band." WTF, indeed. They were doing that thing they do live on Estonian TV in the finals for the contest to get on Eurovision 2013. They came in second at losing, sadly.
@scaler911
@scaler911
Wow. I haven't decided if this is completely fucktarded or the most awesome thing I have ever seen...
Frank,
I've just read this post while sitting in a little bar opposite Gare Lille Flandres, immersing myself in the local culture while enjoying a Leffe or two (Ok, it's Belgian, but close enough).
Looking forward to meeting you and all the other Cobbled Classics crew tomorrow.