I have a confession to make: I am an anglophile. I’ve wanted to be British for a while. At first it was so that I could say things like “brilliant” or “cheers” or “knob” in everyday conversation, but now my desire to be British stems primarily from my desire for EU citizenship. I know it’s not exactly cool to harbor such an all-consuming love for Great Britain in the backpacking community, where the further off the beaten track a place is the better and English-speaking countries are considered the easy way out, but I can’t help it. I love England.
Month: June 2011
As I was walking back to my apartment, I noticed a Chinese girl staring at me with her mouth wide open. China does provide for some really high ego and admittedly she was attractive. So I waved. She continued to stare at me and walk but then she walked directly into a tree. Forehead straight onto the tree with both arms between the tree. She fell straight to the ground but got up quickly to keep walking. She was embarrassed and didn’t want to look at me again. I felt bad but it was really hilarious.