The opening sentence: “Nothing is ever as easy as it looks.”
It was those words that echoed in my mind from day one. Understanding their language didn’t seem all that hard. After all it was a series of grunts and groans. How hard could be it?
Well let me tell you those grunts and groans each had a context, the context had its own grunt and groan and to further add to the problem from town to town there was an accent to deal with.
So a simple request like: Can you tell me where the post office is? Came back in a variety of ways.
In one town:
Ench yar discut fuk eh.
In another town:
Yeah mate ya jistgooutthadorr and ternlift then right then liftagin…..
It was so confusing. Having a conversation was always beset with problems.
In the pub one night one guy asked me:
‘Arck ya frum aother planit?’
I said no I was Sydney in Australia, he said ‘ arck ya not uman?’
I left and never went back, this was a crazy place. I think I’ll go back to where I have come from where the language is precise and not a concoction of miscellaneous grunts and groans.