As you are no doubt aware, I’ve done my fair share of travelling in my time and have encountered many wondrous sights…not to mention some rather delightful experiences with friendly natives. I do consider myself fortunate, however, not to have fallen victim to the various mental health issues that can develop when there has been quite a significant culture shock.
For those of you not in the know, there are three recognized city specific manias – Paris, Florence and Jerusalem – that affect hundreds of tourists every year. Some cases are so severe they even need to be hospitalised until they return to their senses – pretty much like I should be during the summer sales.
First up is Paris Syndrome, which is most common amongst Japanese tourists. They tend to go a bit crazy when their idolised version of the City of Light fails to live up to their expectation. This one I can completely understand, particularly in regards to the pervasive smell of urine about the place.
I’m a changed man I tell you. After many years of resistance I have finally succumbed to the heady allure of coffee. Admittedly I had long been opposed to indulging in said beverage due to its bitterness – my fondness for sweetness being well renowned. Fortunately, as is the case with red wine, I have managed to acclimatise myself to the taste, albeit with a generous helping of milk and sugar. Added to the coffee rather than the wine you understand, although given my past experimentation with flavours I wouldn’t put anything past me.
My coffee revelation came about as I was searching for a hot beverage I could substitute in occasionally for a nice pot of fortifying tea, but that would still give my brain a spark. So I decided to start trialling various caffeinated combination – regular lattés with an obscene amount of sugar and so on. During my quest I came across not one but two likely contenders for my tastebuds’ approval. The first being an existing brew, a Dirty Chai – chai latté with a shot of espresso – and the second a concoction of my very own invention – the Speculatté™!
Now it’s no secret that I have been somewhat influenced by all the wondrousness of living upon the Continent. My clothing style has improved for the better – except in summer where I simply revert back to my true Australian nature – my taste in food and drink has been expanded to include all sorts of exotic treats – and not just the marvellous men – and don’t even get me started on my penchant for pursuing foreign tongues. What has caught me unaware, however, is the longing I have developed for e-cigarettes.