The Holiday 3: Untitled

Anyone who has ever been on a package holiday will be able to empathise with this blog post, and other who have not, will surely be able to sympathise with my particular stance on this watery subject.

When on Holiday I enjoy watching people. Indeed, when I am in Britain I enjoy watching people, it is not a holiday exclusive activity. With the obvious mixing of nationalities which only happen in this situations a wide range of new types of people to watch are available, making almost 50% of the pleasure of being holiday in this activity alone. In particular, the Germans are a very nice nationality to watch.

This is because they are so diametrically opposite to the British ways of social interaction.


This is an activity that the British are mocked by the rest of the world for, but in any event, a good queue is something that no matter how hard we try we cannot not adhere to. When waiting to get onto the Catamaran San Frangisk the British members of the party, who we had arrived with from our hotel, formed an orderly queue in the direction of the passport office which we required to file through to enter Italy. This was formed out of nothing, with no signs saying "Queue this way", and no instructions to order ourselves, we just did it. When the Germans and Croatians (and the Russians, Swedes, Slovenians, Hungarians and Bosnians) arrived after us, they just piled through our routine line, and the majority of our queue were aghast at the sheer unfathomable queue debauchery that had taken place.

Our OCD need to order the queues in time descending order* is something that over hundreds of years of order we have became proud of, and even do it without noticing it.

I think, that if Hitler was a dinner guest he would be very chatty, with his Grand Plan, and Final Solution would be a rather heated topic of discussion, but when it came to waiting in line for the bathroom untold chaos would commence.

Sun Lounger Etiquette

When on Holiday the hotels all have guidelines about beach towels on loungers at the pool side, and the majority of them note that you "must not place towels to save your place if you do no intend to use them". The British, in the same fashion we have for queues, enjoy adhering to rules such as these, out of respect for the person who spent time and effort to think how to write such a rule, and the disaster effects of miss use of the responsibility given to honour those said rules.

The Germans, who I am beginning to pick on slightly, do not known this rule. It was written in German, so no defence there. They just place their towels, head off for a few hours, and return expecting the towels to still be there. Normally this would only be slightly annoying, but when the commander a section of loungers around an umbrella, the British take a stance.

That Umbrella is free game.

I watched many people do silent tango's over an umbrella and sun loungers, which could have easily been solved, by just taking the things, and talking loudly in English when they start talking loudly in German.

Unrelated, by a smidgen

I started watching Band of Brothers two weeks ago, and just finished watching it. The ninth episode, "Why We Fight", shows the 101st Airborne finding a concentration camp towards the end of the second World War. It was the first time I can remember actually feeling some kind of emotion at anything on the television, with a lump in my throat. It still amazes me to read that the rest of the world had no idea of Hitlers Final Solution, and is not something to be made light of, which I did above.

The war(s) , and the men who fought and died for their country's sake, for King and country, and everyone who reads this owes them much more than I can write here. My point is this; I think that if we were called to fight right now, I would be slightly inclined to refuse (you can use the excuse that you are a Quaker, which is a dream ticket to a relaxing time on the home front or in a prison) because I have not encountered a risk as great as the German invasions. If one such as that was to happen, I think I would fight, but how many of today's youth would volunteer as the Easy Company did in Band of Brothers.