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Dear sparrow fledglings let us not repeat the last year's mistake of you inexperienced idiots landing on my balcony when you see two cats sunbathing in plain sight, please? My cats may be old and sick but they WILL kill you, and I'll have to take your little corpses to the woods to turn you into worms again.
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That being said, skin colour is no grounds to treat tourists as interlopers. If someone from your host country is rude the moment their eyes land on your complexion, that is thoroughly unacceptable, feel free to give them a hard time. And feel free to side eye the quiet bystanders, too. Just because it's your house doesn't mean you can lack basic fucking decency. Big difference between being exhausted by visitors' lack of regard for local norms, and being rude because they don't look like you. Big difference. Huge.
Ooh so the Estonian 'klimbisupp' is basically just matzo ball soup but with way uglier dumplings. And ours don't generally use ginger and garlic, though recently I made vegetable stock from my usual frozen veggie scraps, had forgotten I'd thrown a ton of ginger peels in it, and then wondered, why my soup is biting me back.
I think I prefer mine without spices not historically readily available in Estonia, but only because it tastes like my childhood.
And while it behooves you to do some prior research about local customs and people, please remember, other tourists' experience will never be like your own, because other people are not you. Hell, even locals giving you tips, not all locals have the seme experience within their own home even. Look for commonalities shared among people of very different backgrounds online, but never take them as gospel, just observations to keep in mind, broad strokes.
A city, a country, a people do not follow a script for the actors and layout for activities. It will simply have to come down to you, your preconceived notions, your willingness to observe and blend in, your unique life experience, and your ability or inability to understand that you are visiting other people in their house, and they will often be very different from you, and should not be expected to behave in ways you think are proper, or what you're used to.
I don't tolerate Southern Europeans whinging about the aloofness of Estonians. And when I'm in Spain, I will do my damned best to be more open and follow their gregariousness and social customs. Because I'm in their house.
Case in point with me in Paris, and that fucking Eiffel tower. Paris stands so imposing in the psyche of the Western world, it was inevitable that I was going to see that tower and go 'wow. Ugly,' and then when they lit it up at night as they do, it sonehow got even less impressive and more ugly. I think Paris was the city that taught me to not visit a new place, even a very famous place, with great expectations, and I will say once we just walked around away from the city centre, literally just walked without stopping to gawk at shit, just took it in as we went, and observed, Paris suddenly became something new. Not an icon enshrined in my mind's eye through popular media, but just a place I don't know with people living their own lives with it, and a lot to surprise you with precisely because you're letting go of expectations.
What I dodn't have as an expectation was 'Parisians are rude.' you know the stereotype. Again maybe I'm too Estonian, but Parisians seemed like ordinary folk going about their business to me. The good, the bad, the weird, same as it ever was anywhere else. Didn't really cop a lot of rude. But then we also took care to blend as 'locals' too. We jaywalked when they did, and stayed put when they did.
I'm serious. Take a day at a new place to see how people travel where you are. Take a day to not do tourist activities, but just go about town. Find a bench that looks like it gets regular use, keep low profile, and watch. Just watch. Watch what people do, how they live, where they go, how they talk.
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And yeah I think only visiting a country just because your favourite book, TV series or video game was set in it is cringy as all hell.
The 'Stalkers' of Pripyat in Ukraine, lol, those were a thing for a while before 2022, I just...
I don't know. It's fine to have your curiosity sparked. Absolutely fine. But the 'entertainment tourists' are living in their own cringe fantasy there, they are not going there to appreciate the country or location for what it is, a real life thing, they're always going there to relive their entertainment experience, and walk away disappointed because real life, real people and real places often do pale in comparison to whatever vidya game fantasy you're living in.
Which is such a pity. All of these places have merit of their own because of what they are right now, today, this second, independently of whatever media used them as a setting.
And I'll say this, Scottish highlands are an infinitely more beautiful, flawed, rich and whole rounded experience when you don't view it through the lens of 'this is where my favourite fictional Scottish Superman fucked his English wife.'
Blank slate, fellas. Visit a new place like you've heard of it for the very first time, and it's damned near impossible to walk away disappointed.
Ha hahah. Someone had a terrible experience as a tourist in Czechia which made him very very sad because he just loves kingdom come deliverance so much and toured the country because of it, but left bitterly disappointed
I hold a mean opinion based on some experience. If you visit a country because of some piece of popular entertainment you love so much, you are practically doomed to fail to have a good experience, because you've already built the destination up in your head as some sort of a fantasyland, your personal video game/tv show theme park where locals trying to live their lives are just NPCs in your real life version of your video game/book/tv show experience. Kind of like outlander fans touring Scottish highlands, or fucking hell, even foreigners with 1/8 local ancestry thinking he'll be received and embraced as a brother by locals doing some folk dance as a greeting.
You've built up a fantasy based on a piece of media you really enjoyed, and real life didn't live up to it. Czechia's larger cities get a ton of tourists. You need to remember that you are a guest in your host country's house, and ordinary locals' lives don't grind to a halt just because you've arrived to live out your witcher/kcd/STALKER/outlander fantasy irl. They're tired. They have shitty days. They are trying to weave between gawking tourists standing in the middle of the street to get to work. They're losing housing to wealthy opportunists selling airbnb stays to your ass, and you buy it. Some will be nice. Some ignore your existence, and some will simply never like you. And none of them want to play a npc part in your entertainment media tourism unless it pays well, and usually it doesn't.
I myself have never, ever had a problem with 'rude people' anywhere I've travelled. There have been rude individuals, but not a situation where an entire country somehow disappoints me. Because I'm wise enough not to construct a theme park fantasy in my head, and I know that my presence as a tourist in a different country will benefit few and inconvenience many. Learn to blend and get out of ordinary people's way, and observe local customs, even down to how to behave on a sidewalk.
A part of car maintenance is checking if your airbags are still functioning. Eastern Europe, my country included, Ukraine especially, the bread basket, industry and modern warfare specialists that they are, are the air bag. Once we pop, you lot are fucked. Imperium's gonna imperium.
Someone thanked whoever planted this arrangement under this street tree on a post-it note.
God as much as I'm looking forward to those two weeks hiking in the Sarek national park, I am already desperate for fresh fruits and vegetables. Husband literally said the moment we're back in civilizatiin we will buy fresh fruit.
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Because I'm on a day long hate march, do you know how much I detest Charles Bukowski? What a small, alcoholic man. Now I know a thing or two about alcoholism and how mean it can make you, but Buck didn't even make good poetry. My Friend William, yeah, that one, is the absolute extent of his abilities. Almost there, mid but could be good, but because Bucko's a miserable cunt, he just had to ruin it, like he ruins everything. And that's not addiction talking, that's just him being mid.
God I've seen addicts sing sings that could make gid itself weep, but somehow it was this loser that made his way to the eternal classics.
Livestreamed painting this exercise example for my students today.
Ah Tartu, my love. Always burned down and bombed and burned down because no one lays a heavy hand on fucking Tallinn, a microstate within a country. They lay a hand, just not the heavy one.
I love my home because it categorically refuses to be wiped out. You can salt the earth, you can drive by it through Pärnu to Riia, and it still doesn't die. It's too lazy to perish, and I miss it. I miss my shitty bowl shaped fishing village with a drinking problem.
Outlander is such a strange duck for me. I hate the IP, and the author is a special kind of ladder-pulling miece of crap, but I love lurking in the fan communities to hate-read because idk self harm or something. Thing is, if Outlander fandom was ten people, two out of ten would be incredibly bright, observant people, and the rest are... Well I'm not surprised they all seem to have relationship issues., but I am surprised that they can string a sentence together. No in-between. Either spectacularly wise and smart, or case studies for how they're still somehow alive.
It's fascinating.
My god my typing is ass. Problem is, the best, or at the very least most passionate ideas I have come to me at either 3am or 7am when I'm groggy with sleep.
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Täna teeme mulgiputru, nui neljaks. Ma pean kuidagi kruupidest lahti saama.
The most horrible thing about fate and fiction that treats fate as a good thing in romance is the fact that sure, you got to meet your big meat log husband, but some people were born into the world to just suffer. Fate wrote: you get to have true love and incredible sex by destiny, but that urchin you dropped a copper for a few hours ago is going to die of internal bleeding because... Because of fate. Fate demanded it. Fate wrote it. Some people were just written to suffer and die and be buried in an unmarked mass grave before they even hit puberty.
And suddenly fate-bound soulmate shit isn't all that cute anymore.