My Marks and Spencer sandals didn’t give me away
I spent today curled up in the foetal position in my hotel room weeping. At breakfast in the hotel, I got talking to two English tourists. They were easy to notice; whereas all the other foreign tourists were talking about their planned road trips up Highway 1, these two were talking loudly about the British telly they were missing. A brief discussion ensued – all very pleasant – until their utter suprise on learning that I was English, too. Five minutes of conversation and they’d thought I was American.