India.
Oh!! Another I forgot. I worked out there for a bit. Getting a visa was nightmarish.
The Tourist visa was easy enough to get. I presume you mean a business visa was nightmarish?
I hitchhiked across India twice, once in 1964 on my way from Europe to Australia by way of Southeast Asia and again on my way back to Europe in early 1966. I must say I will never forget the hospitality of the people in India and my experiences there. I remember once hitchhiking on a dark, lonely road at night on my way to Calcutta. Within half an hour, I was reading a bedtime story to the four-year-old daughter of a wealthy Indian family who had given me a lift and were preparing dinner for me. Another time, a Sikh family gave me a lift, and I ended up staying with them for three days. They even gave me a shotgun and had one of their workers act as a guide for me. I shot two ducks and gave one to their worker.Yes, I was working out there. Never have I experienced anything like it. The feeling that you were somewhere where the local experience of life was soooo different from my own. It was tough to get a feeling of what it was like for native people. I don't think I ever did get it. Fascinating place though. I was in Mumbai.
Did you mean Canada? There’s no i in Canada.I suppose Mexico and Canida don't count but I didn't think either one
would entice me to move there.
Then I choose never again to go to Mexico. I don't want to defend that statement.
Who Cares about Mexico? That's my personal thought. The people basically are OK.
I hitchhiked across India twice, once in 1964 on my way from Europe to Australia by way of Southeast Asia and again on my way back to Europe in early 1966. I must say I will never forget the hospitality of the people in India and my experiences there. I remember once hitchhiking on a dark, lonely road at night on my way to Calcutta. Within half an hour, I was reading a bedtime story to the four-year-old daughter of a wealthy Indian family who had given me a lift and were preparing dinner for me. Another time, a Sikh family gave me a lift, and I ended up staying with them for three days. They even gave me a shotgun and had one of their workers act as a guide for me. I shot two ducks and gave one to their worker.
Yes, I was working out there. Never have I experienced anything like it. The feeling that you were somewhere where the local experience of life was soooo different from my own. It was tough to get a feeling of what it was like for native people. I don't think I ever did get it. Fascinating place though. I was in Mumbai.
a photo of John F. Kennedy hung beside the obligatory large portrait of Ataturk.
True! As an American, it might be hard for some to view Canada as a foreign country.I'm a natural home body who would never have left the 'Shire' were it not for being a navy brat and then hooking up with my globe hopping wife. When I taught I stayed home many times rather than accompany her places. As a kid we crossed the US at least three times, twice when I was old enough to appreciate it. We were stationed in Hawaii and Guam at one time, not that I remember any of that.
One trip I instigated was our 17 day trip to England in 2008 to see gardens, online friends and Lia's colleagues. Besides that we've visited France, Italy, Mexico and Japan. Fun enough but I always miss my dogs and garden when I'm away. I know Lia's been practically everywhere. I'll try to get her to post where she has been but I can't guarantee anything?
Edited to add : of course we’ve been to Canada, but only the Western provinces in my case. It isn’t that I think of Canada as more of the USA but that I think of it as too much of a larger ‘us’ to count as foreign.