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Hostels and Hotels in Canterbury
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Birchington, Broadstairs, Canterbury, Deal, Dover, Folkestone, Herne Bay, Hythe, Margate, Ramsgate, Sandwich, Westgate-On-Sea, Whitstable
For UK travelers going abroad, we recommend Tenerife, with feel of the UK yet all the sun of Tenerife. Read an extract below from More Ketchup than Salsa, the story of a English couple who left the UK to set up life in Tenerife. Info on how to buy the book can be found below.
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Below you will find short extracts from More ketchup than Salsa by Joe Cawley – not to be missed.
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If I follow what Joe says, it’s only because I agree,’ said Joy, ‘not because I’m some obedient lap dog. I do have my own mind you know.’ I’m not an equal partner though, am I?’ replied Faith, ‘I mean, come on, at the end of the day we’re never going to do what I want are we?’ If we agree on it, yes, we’ll do what you want. But the majority have to agree on it,’ said David, trying to appease her. With Faith’s argument running out of steam, this usually brought on another apron-de-robing, door-slamming episode.
Birchington, Broadstairs, Canterbury, Deal, Dover, Folkestone, Herne Bay, Hythe, Margate, Ramsgate, Sandwich, Westgate-On-Sea, Whitstable
There existed a certain amount of disdain for the ‘Billys’, as holidaymakers were affectionately known by the residents. We as newcomers had yet to adopt that arrogance but it was all too plain to see in the more seasoned expats. Just as the two Johns tried to impress on the new customers that they were frequenting their bar, so it was on the island in general. Whether in Las Americas or in the secluded villages like La Caleta, the expats treated the island as if it was their own, making it perfectly obvious that holidaymakers were naive and ignorant in the ways of their land, and were fair game to be parodied. Dos El Dorados por favor,’ those brave enough to make the effort with the local language would ask at our bar. Dos Dorados? You’re not asking for a TV programme, you know,’ mocked John One. ‘You mean Dorada. It’s not dorado, it’s Dorada. Dos Doradas por favor. If you’re going to speak the language, speak it properly.’ This was from a man whose Spanish vocabulary came to a spluttering halt after exhausting his knowledge on two beers, a hamburger and shouting ‘oy, guapa’ (oy, beautiful) at anything with smooth legs and a pulse.
This UK habit seemed exaggerated when exported to a culture in which unnecessary social nicety is considered an affliction rather than an asset. I had only been on the island for two weeks but had already become aware of just how many times the Brits bandy around pleases and thank yous compared with the Canarians. Take, for example, being seated at a restaurant. The waiter seats Mr and Mrs Brit if it’s a reasonably salubrious joint and they thank him. He hands them the menu. Thank you,’ they beam graciously.