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Post by Big Blue on Nov 21, 2020 23:44:05 GMT
“In Japan, the foot can split wood..... but it can’t split a Watermelon.”
These are the opening words of a 5 minute long infomercial for Ginsu knives in the USA. It’s the first thing I associate with the USA as a 13 year old arriving for a long summer in 1981, the first of many school holidays spent there.
So the RDQ: is there anything totally off the wall you associate strongly with a first time visit anywhere?
I never did get that set of fantastic Ginsu knives when I grew up. Bugger
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2020 12:31:34 GMT
A trip through Belgium to Denmark for a scout trip. We had a pit stop in Belgium somewhere and had a meal in some sort of cafe, and refusing to eat some sort of cabbage drenched in oil. It was gopping. The whole meal was something of a test and the worst ever that I can recall. Worse even than sprouts. YUK.
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Post by Blarno on Nov 22, 2020 14:42:47 GMT
Going to a club in Hamburg and witnessing an elderly man wearing a massive black strap on cock, dancing with a crowd of girls around.
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Post by ChrisM on Nov 22, 2020 16:08:28 GMT
Not exactly off-the-wall, but many years ago I went with a colleague to The Netherlands for 2 days to perform witness inspection/testing of some equipment, and it rained the whole time.... so I associate The Netherlanmds with continual rain.
Wales: Having to queue up and pay a toll just to visit the country as a tourist (I know it's changed now)
Italy: A bunch of thieving toe-rags (stealing the 3-pointed star off every Mercedes-Benz)
Croydon: Getting lost due top very bad road signposts (pre Sat-nav days)
Newcastle city centre: A plethora of curry restaurants
The USA: How much respect almost everybody has for those in the Armed Forces, especially vets
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Post by Bob Sacamano v2.0 on Nov 22, 2020 16:42:50 GMT
Ladies' toilets in Scotland...
First trip to Scotland with my parents - I was about 6 or 7 years old. We were in a pub having something to eat and I said to my dad I was off to the toilet. "Don't forget, in Scotland they don't have Ladies and Gents" he said.
I stopped, a bit puzzled; "what do they have then?". "Laddies and Lassies toilets, of course" he said. So off I went to the Laddies. I came back to find him pissing himself laughing.
It's funny how daft little things like that stick in your mind but every time I use the Ladies toilets in Scotland I think of my dad.
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Post by humphreythepug on Nov 22, 2020 17:07:10 GMT
Wouldn't say it was off the wall however I associate, pick pockets, the smell of piss, hookers, sleaze and a general shit destination with my one and only visit to Barcelona 10 odd years ago.
Have zero interest in returning.
Camping, used to camp with mum and dad in Devon every year, hated it as did my sister and (found out when they split up) my mum, our camping holidays were shit, both me and my sister looked forward to going home from the day we arrived. (sorry dad!)
I don't think it was the actual camping that was crap, it was just our holidays in general, were shit and we camped, so I just associate camping with crap holidays, I've holidayed loads in the UK since and totally enjoyed it, I've just not camped!
I've never camped since, only staying in a tent at festivals, it helps that Tina has zero interest in camping.
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Post by Ben on Nov 28, 2020 4:49:51 GMT
I associate Cologne with that huge massive steak I managed to finish once at some sort of Argentinian restaurant. Gotta track that place down again someday.
Berlin with Segway because I took a Segway tour around the city (it was lovely).
Also on one of my trips to Shanghai (before my work stint) I distinctly remember a TV ad for breast augmentation. That stuck with me for some reason...
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Post by PG on Nov 28, 2020 19:23:51 GMT
Spain pretty much smells of drains.
When I first went to Spain in 1966 on a family holiday to a villa on the Costa Blanca, sewerage was a pretty basic affair. I am sure most sewage just went straight into the sea and the drainage canals always smelt "bad". Went back to the Costa del Sol in 2019. That smell was still there......
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