May 29th, 2007
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Do You Speak English? – Pissing off To Portugal #1

 

Hey everybody! Hope everybody had an ace Bank Holiday weekend. Mine was spent watching Power Rangers: The Movie, then buggering off to Llandudno for a look round, and a few ales. It was fun. I’ve also been quite disturbingly busy on my blog, posting a few articles (which I didn’t plan on, but meh). So, for those people who went camping, diy’ing or simply had more important things to do this weekend, below are the three articles you’ve missed.

So, go and comment! Give your thoughts! Or just ignore them, either way’s good.

So, onto my today’s post, and the thought that this time next week, I’ll be in Lisbon – Portugal. I was excited a week ago, but now I’m more, scared. It’s my first time abroad (yes, I’m 23, it sucks), and I’m not really sure what to expect. It’s not really the flying is making me nervous. The only thing that’s striking me as unnerving about flying is taking something on the plane I shouldn’t do. I heard you couldn’t take aerosols (because of changes in pressure) , but I don’t want to take something like Toothpaste on the flight when you can’t. Any ideas?

Also, can you drink the water in Portugal?

But that’s a side concern, my major concern is the language barrier. And with good reason. Last night I watched Coupling, and it was the episode where Jeff tries and chats up an Israeli bird who speaks only Hebrew, and ends up asking her flat chested translator where her breasts are. It’s comedy genius – like Friends but British and funny.

Anyway, I’m not saying that I’ll pull an Israeli – for one I’d probably do some horribly distasteful joke like “Though I love the name Marnisha it’d be great if your name was Gaza, because right about now I’d say ‘Gaza…..strip!’”. Or indeed I’m not saying I’ll pull. What is more likely is regarding food: I fear I’d buy myself something, like, squid when in fact I only wanted a coffee. I’d get all shouty at the poor waitress and end up arrested. Or something along those lines.

It’s just I fear I’d hate the culture shock. Of course, I could love it. I just don’t feel as prepared as I should be.

Reply with something like “For fucks sake it’s only Portugal! You’re not going to Madagascar”.

The other thing that’s scaring me is this place. I’m not sure what to do with my 7-9 days where I won’t be blogging. I may – MAY – do guestblogging, but only if there is enough interest. Or I may do a competition (got an idea in my head anyway). If you are interested in Guestblogging here, please contact me. Cheers.

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