A rough guide to Spain
When visiting Spain, you're also aware that you're visiting a viewpoint to a completely different way of life. Attitudes to themselves and other people are wildly different from ourselves, and religion features as a prominent part of life.
Spain is also still a developing country and prone to ridiculous amounts of construction. The saying for London goes "You're never more than 6 feet away from a rat". In Spain the same rule applies, but with regard to the following objects instead:
In what part of the Catholic bible (The part of Spain I was in seemed predominantly Catholic) does it say "Thou shalt drive it like thou hast stole it"?
The suspension of the average Spanish car is dead within three weeks of taking off like the Dukes of Hazzard over speedbumps the size of a modest bungalow.
Zebra crossings there are not places to give way to pedestrians. They are merely dartboards for drivers to aim at and then utilise their horn furiously when you clearly misunderstand the Highway code d'España.
I've also never seen rudeness and ignorance outside London unless you're tipping them 10% of the bill. There's no voluntary kindness, and in the entire time I was there, one single Spanish person thanked me for letting them past whilst walking down a pavement.
Sod 'em. Where's my tea without UHT milk and my regulated climate?
Spain is also still a developing country and prone to ridiculous amounts of construction. The saying for London goes "You're never more than 6 feet away from a rat". In Spain the same rule applies, but with regard to the following objects instead:
- A crane
- A cockroach
- Mosquito
- Another crane
- A traffic cone
- Dust
- Yet another crane
- An insane driver
In what part of the Catholic bible (The part of Spain I was in seemed predominantly Catholic) does it say "Thou shalt drive it like thou hast stole it"?
The suspension of the average Spanish car is dead within three weeks of taking off like the Dukes of Hazzard over speedbumps the size of a modest bungalow.
Zebra crossings there are not places to give way to pedestrians. They are merely dartboards for drivers to aim at and then utilise their horn furiously when you clearly misunderstand the Highway code d'España.
I've also never seen rudeness and ignorance outside London unless you're tipping them 10% of the bill. There's no voluntary kindness, and in the entire time I was there, one single Spanish person thanked me for letting them past whilst walking down a pavement.
Sod 'em. Where's my tea without UHT milk and my regulated climate?
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