Jo Ackroyd’s Big Biking Adventure

Communication. It’s key really. Anna has asked how many languages I speak, it’s a crucial question really when you consider the French nations in Africa, the Islamic nationals in Iran and how many Russian speaking countries I intend to visit.

Unfortunately the answer is one and a half. Even that is a thinking positive answer!

So how will I communicate?

It’s very crass to consider the English man abroad. Speak clearly, speak louder, as understanding doesnt dawn in the eyes of the listener, shout and point.

If I were to ask for a pint of Watneys Red Barrell then the Monty Python sketch would be complete!

So how shall I communicate?

With Faith.

Smiles and kind words, listening and self deprocating humility and by remembering the idea that these people are not foreigners, they are locals they are the incumberants inhabitants and I am the stranger in a normal and peaceful land.

I’m absolutely sure that the sound of a voice will at times scare me and suprise me after hours of silence. Any voice of any language wil make me jump and be gladly recieved. But I’ll be talking to myself, it’s inbuilt into me. I can’t help but have a substantial chat, I often hold a debate in my head and feel as though someone else is winning as it bursts out!

So while I’m riding along, I’ll be chatting in English. Just to keep in practice.

Smiles and faith.

Look on the bright side. If it all goes wrong…I won’t understand anyway!

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