I was reading "Not Waving but Drowning" blog and GG has been talking about British buying/selling properties in France, and it reminded me of the things that I find irritating about the British abroad.
As far as British holidaymakers are concerned I used to get exasperated at how they expect to be able to find everything here that they would find at home and how disgruntled they become when they can't. Now I don't get exasperated...I just avoid them.
Ex-pats are often not much better. There is a tendency to want to live surrounded by other ex-pats ...so they create their own ghettos, where they can just speak English to each other and avoid the Turks...because they are too lazy to learn a little of the language and attempt to integrate. One English acquaintance who was living in Dalaman but hoping to move to Kusadasi around the time I was living in Selcuk, asked me to look out for suitable housing. Her words were "we'd like an apartment but we don't want Turkish neighbours" !!
I recall an English couple who had started a business in Goreme. Firstly, they really didn't know the area. They had previously had a partnership in a bar in Antalya with a Turkish man which hadn't worked out, and for some reason thought they could set up something similar in Goreme which was Chalk to Antalya's Cheese. They had to rely on the goodwill of Turkish people they met to help them out because their Turkish was non-existent. I remember them calling in for a coffee one day at the cafe where I was working. They were complaining bitterly that no-one in the Post Office could speak a word of English....I had to walk away before I said something rude...they were customers in the cafe after all, so I had to remain civil. The business failed incidentally...well to be more accurate it never actually got off the ground...which came as no surprise.
And talking of post offices, my English friends who live in Antalya (NOT the couple mentioned above) were telling me that they were in their local post office recently and an English man was having a great deal of trouble trying to make the assistant understand him. My friend offered to help, and it turned out that the English man was trying...in a Turkish post office, to buy his English road tax for his English car which was currently in...yes..you've guessed it...England....
Words fail me!