Monthly Archives: April 2014

Thierry The Tourist

France, and the French, was something I looked upon with suspicion since a child. Much like many places, foods and people I looked down at, listening to the masses’ opinions and experiences. “The French are a rude race of people”, “They eat weird stuff like frogs legs” or “They refuse to speak English”. It probably had something to do with the well-publicised fact the British and French rarely get along and there is a long history of distaste between the two. Spurred on by recommendations and being in London for my honeymoon my wife Carolina and I booked a day-trip to Paris.

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The Real Great Britain

Ever since leaving England, and probably far before that, I became incredibly cynical about the motherland. My personal outlook before I left for the other side of world, my gradual decline into disgust at our military policy and the country’s general negative outlook, to name just a few, festered in me. Ironically I’ve seen little of the land I spent my first 25 years in and only embraced travel when living in Australia and eventually being in an economic situation to do so. I fell for Sydney and it’s been a passionate, unbreakable affair ever since.

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