I’ll openly admit, North America is the continent I least relish, particularly the USA. The thought of being surrounded by a nation of gross stereotypes makes my eyebrows do funny things. America is basically borderless, you can’t go anywhere without finding a stray yank hiding away. Said the pot to the kettle.
The USA has a lot to prove. I relate him to the chav of the world, he dresses ridiculously, he sounds like a chump and everything about him just makes me want to clip him round the back of the head.
I find it hard to accept the good things this nation has given to the world. Though, find it incredibly easy to accept the bad things. In that respect, I bully USA and I’m by no means ashamed. My sister-in-law is American and she lives with my brother Matthew in one of the coolest places on the planet, New York City.
So it’s a bitter sweet relationship, I hate the stereotype but beneath the surface lies an untold story. One which I am eager to write. In stereotypical tongue, I confess I’ll also be visiting the town of Canada. In all fairness, Canada was my first taste of independent travel, aged 15 my sister, Natalie and I spent a month touring between distant relatives and this is probably when the ‘travel bug’ bit a place in my heart. I’ll retrace the original trail a decade on, before blowing up my arm bands and heading home to Europe.
[Last updated 23rd April 2007]
