Travelling sure is fun but watching and observing peculiar habits of few travelers or even your fellow travelers in that case can be lot more fun! Sometimes they act strange or completely na\u00efve, maybe because the place they are visiting is completely new to them or they are not fully aware about the rules and regulations of that place. So, taking a break from those heavy informative articles, here are some little funny habits of the travelers (which can be annoying at times) for you to have a good laugh. (Maybe at your wife or friend or neighbor or yourself)!<\/p>\n
Not having an opinion<\/strong> \nSentimental hellos and goodbyes every time<\/strong> \nBeing friendly with those in authority<\/strong> \nChange of voice<\/strong> \nNot asking for directions<\/strong> \nPacking & Re-packing<\/strong>
\nWhile “I don’t really mind, whatever’s fine” may seem like a lovely, flexible sort of phrase to use while travelling, the truth is, it does not fall pleasantly on your partner’s ear, unless they’re a super control freak, and in that case… good luck. But, I digress. The point is, it’s tough making calls sometimes and if your other half doesn’t speak up about what they want, you never quite know if they’re happy or not.<\/p>\n
\nTime in Latin countries in general means that you simply cannot just say \u201chi\u201d to those you meet in social situations. If either person is a girl, then you give a peck on the cheek\u2026 or two\u2026 or even three or four in some places! And in other places even guys do this between one another. Finally, when it\u2019s time to say goodbye (as in, see you tomorrow, not forever!) you have to give your farewells to each person in the group. This means that good-nights can take a really long time.<\/p>\n
\nI maintain the very Irish philosophy that a stranger is just a friend you haven\u2019t met yet, and am open to ultimately considering anyone a friend, and especially to genuinely be friendly to people as soon as I meet them. I put no limits whatsoever on this concept (within reason). In Ireland, we have a tradition to talk to everyone with the same level of informality, regardless of wealth or status level. This includes police officers in the street (yes, we\u2019d invite them to the pub for a drink; I can\u2019t imagine sunglasses-wearing Indian police putting up with such friendliness towards them!), and your teachers in an adult language learning class. Everyone can be put on the same level and talked to informally.<\/p>\n
\nMany other travelers I\u2019ve traveled with, and even many of my friends from around the world, seem to be highly amused by the way my voice changes whenever I\u2019m trying to speak a foreign language. Apparently (and by apparently I mean, yes, it does happen but I don\u2019t exactly want to admit it), my normally feminine voice turns into some sort of barely-audible, squeaky hamster voice that has been compared to the \u2018whispering of a frightened 7-year old girl\u2019. It\u2019s no surprise then that I\u2019ve never exactly fully mastered another language.<\/p>\n
\nGetting lost is a rather common phenomenon and one that shouldn’t be regarded as embarrassing, so why not just stop and ask someone (preferably a shopkeeper or petrol attendant and not a random weirdo along the road) where to go? There really is no point in insisting that you will eventually find the way, when neither you nor the lady in the GPS knows what’s potting any longer. This is guaranteed to lead to a major blow-up and lots of blame being handed round. Not a great way to start or end a holiday.<\/p>\n
\nWhen it\u2019s time for me to move on from one city, town or village to another city, town or village, I always pack my backpack the night before so that I will be ready to go the following day. However, almost every time, upon waking up in the morning in order to catch my bus, train, boat or plane, I\u2019ll empty out my backpack and then immediately re-pack everything once again. And then, I\u2019ll repeat the same process all over again one more time. I\u2019m not too sure why I do this either, but I\u2019ve yet to allow myself to just leave my stuff scattered around, unpacked, until the morning. I just feel the need to pack my bag at night, despite knowing that I\u2019ll do it again, twice, before I actually leave.<\/p>\n