“Locals don’t always know best” is the headline of a fair post by blogger Candice Walsh. She talks about the downside of local knowledge, ie that hanging out with someone who lives in a place isn’t always a free pass into an all inter-circle of incredible secrets, you can get your fair share of dud information along the way too.
“Locals and city natives can get jaded about their homes after many years, and what’s old and tired to them is fresh and exciting for someone else,” she writes.
I use the word “locals” a lot on this blog. Of course, it’s a massive generalisation. That’s why I loved the “I love locals” T-shirt I featured here the other week, because I think it has a tongue-in-cheek feel.
Candice, a Canadian from Newfoundland, makes her point by giving a great example of how tourists and locals can have different radars of excitement. From a night in a pub in Harlow in England, she said she remembers: “one bartender pointing out a tear in the modern wallpaper where centuries-old wallpaper peeked through from underneath”.
Imagine a Brit getting excited about this? I doubt I’d even deem it worthy enough to point it out.
Photo: A not-very-old or secret pub in Canada. Copyright: Vicky Baker