Before I left to spend a month backpacking around the UK, a British friend advised to sew a Canadian flag patch on my backpack. “Otherwise the English might think you’re Irish, the Scots might think you’re English, or anyone might know you’re American. But everyone is OK with Canadians.”
It was good advice; I was bought many beers by people welcoming a traveling Canadian, and once in Scotland, a guy in a football jersey grabbed me in a pub and yelled “Oi! I thought you was English, and I was aboot to kick yer arse, but yer Canadian, so what’s yer pleasure?”
