What I truely love about travel is not as much the sights but the people. I first noted this in my travels across the country. I did not expect to find any noticeable differences as I crossed from east to west, but I did. However, it was a change in culture not society.
Every one I met was culturally American, all have the same language and for the most part the same accent, with a notable exception of our friends in Minnesota, eh. Though the differences were slight they were still measurable.
On the way to Montana I noted a change in dialect. Phrases and mannerisms are unique to each region. For example, I was told that adding “and stuff” to the end of a sentence is a very east coast thing to do.
England is a differnt story — the people here are, as you might guess, very English, while familiar enough as to avoid inducing culture shock. Because
the transition is smoother the fine details are easier to see.
They have their own accent, and unique terms. Pants are trousers, and underwear is pants, sneakers are trainers, garbage cans are dust bins, and
to them the meaning of the word “Brit” is slightly different than we Americans understand.
If you ask the question, as I did, what is the difference between a Brit and an Englishman, you may receive a passionate response. A Brit, I was
told, is some one from the UK in general, and an Englishman is someone specifically from England.
The best parallel I can draw is if you were to tell a Marine he is really just in the Army. Some are very conscious of this while others are oblivious.
These nuanced experiences are the gold nuggets of travel. Anyone can see the tower of london or buy an “I heart NY” tee shirt. The real adventure
comes from keeping your cup empty as you immerse yourself in a foreign culture.