Sometimes you don't notice things until you step back and see them from an outsider's view, says Natasha Young. Here are 10 oddities she spots after travelling
When you think about it, ice-cream vans are pretty strange. For those in the dark, ice-cream vans are trucks that drive round the neighbourhood selling Mr Whippy to young kids and they play a song from loud-speakers as they go. It's always a really rubbish song like Greensleeves or The Entertainer and it usually sounds like it's been recorded at the bottom of a well by narcoleptic rabbits.
The ice-cream van round my way used to visit on Tuesday and Thursday, much to the excitement of Sandy the labrador who lived two doors down. No matter how fast I ran, I never managed to beat Sandy to the queue. After bouncing up and down excitedly for a while, he would stand patiently in the queue with his bowl between his teeth, waiting for his two free scoops of vanilla... I loved that dog.
In Central London a few years ago, a South American friend was looking for a bin. "They took them all out" I said, "...they were worried the IRA would blow them up." He thought I was winding him up, but no, it's true. Since the IRA ceasefire, we've made new enemies and we're still bin-less.
Britain is obsessed with health and safety. It's impossible to have fun in this country now without some jobsworth filling out a risk assessment and deeming it dangerous. Hot water is labelled 'HOTTTT!, wet floors are 'WETTTT! and concerts are LOUDDDDDDDDD!
How we ever managed to hold our forks or leave our houses before all this nonsense is anyone's guess.
"SCORCHIO!" The sight of a thermometer hitting 30 degrees in this country is enough to have journalists and photographers scurrying to the beach to snap happy-looking Brits getting their kit off.
Good weather is so shocking in this country, it's news. Go figure.
One of the things I loved about travelling in Chile was its people's utter disregard for the law. Underneath a large sign saying 'STRICTLY NO CAMPING OR PARKING' would be 32 cars, a bus and about 50 people having a barbecue. 'One-way street signs' were thought to be advisory rather than obligatory and CVs were rampant flights of fancy.
Here in Britain, we take the law seriously. We're a nation of Rainmen stuck on the pedestrian crossing with the sign flashing 'Don't Walk'. They banned smoking so we stopped. They put cameras everywhere so we drove nicely. They made so many laws that we have to go on 'blow-out' holidays to Spain, Greece or the Czech Republic where we throw-up, black out and offend the locals. They've legislated so much; we've forgotten who we are.
In other countries, people have hobbies. At the weekend they go skiing, play bowls, visit the country or have long lunches with family or friends. In England, we go shopping. When we're not actually in shops, we read magazines that tell us what we should be buying if we want to keep our friends and find a mate, we fill out credit card application forms and we show other people what we've done with the rent money.
I know tourists have been saying it for years, but sweet Jesus England is expensive. After earning Chilean pesos, the prices here actually make my eyes water. Last week, two newspapers and four stamps cost me £8. I started taking the shirt off my back assuming they wanted that too.
In London pubs, I implode into a ball of Northern rage and have to be dragged out screeching 'How much?!' at the bar staff.
Whoever came up with the Tube map in London must have taken a lot of drugs. Poor tourists have it the hardest. On the Tube they have to remember to stand on the left in the corridors but right on the escalators, struggle with anarchically pronounced place names like Leicester Square and then have to figure out the map.
Here, it's not enough to know that you need to go south on the Northern Line, you also need to know which branch. I've lost count of the times I've confidently hopped on a train only to find myself shamefully having to sneak a peak at the map and ending up in Essex.
It's a fact, but we British are completely incapable of having a good time without alcohol. We get all geeky and awkward without a pint in front of us. The problem is once started, we also have absolutely no idea how to stop.
Do my pores look big in this? Does decaf skinny cappuccino give you cancer? Will that reality TV star's ex-boyfriend's next-door neighbour win Celebrity Big Brother? Is that iPhone application any good?
We do apparently. For want of anything better to worry about (we live in a relatively rich democracy devoid of big weather or regular natural catastrophes after all), we find other insignificant things to fret about. I have absolutely no idea why.
1. The fact that everyone's a comedian.
2. Living in a cultural melting pot of different nationalities, races and religions.
3. People aren't afraid to look different. Fashion is anarchic here in the UK.
4. New music is treasured.
5. Old ladies struggle onto buses and ten people offer them their seats.
Natasha Young is a writer, ex-English teacher, currently living in Barcelona where she works for Metropolitan magazine. After spending a year in Santiago de Chile, she now speaks a strange mix of Spanish and Chilean (they’re two VERY different languages) and craves cazuela de ave. For a mixture of published articles, travel blogs and musings from Chile, England and Barcelona check out her website here
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