...or in an encampment of enthusiastic, kilted Scotsmen at a campings in Spa when David Coulthard is driving F-1 !
Actually, I could not have hoped for a nicer reception, or to meet nicer, kinder people.
I did, however, decide not to attach the little embroidered American flag a friend gave me prior to touring BE, the NL, and Bretagne in 2008. I was riding with a Dutch friend, and soon realized so long as I kept my mouth shut, others would figure I was Dutch, too (and I did my best not to embarrass my friend or his countrymen). However, when I did say something while in BE or the NL, then everyone assumed I must be English and it took some effort to sort that all out, amidst much good humor.
Speaking to one of the benefits of travel, I could not have been treated more nicely by everyone I met -- no exceptions. Though I only knew English and tried my best to learn and repeat some phrases in very poor Dutch and French, I had many wonderful conversations about everything from cycling to the state of the world and those two usually taboo subjects, politics and religion. One old gentleman outside a supermarket in Spa gave me a hug and cheek-kisses as he opened his corduroy sport coat to reveal a well-worn blue wool cycling jersey and said my bike reminded him of the one he rode as a professional in the 1950s. Upon learning we were low on butane and needed a campings, another man used his car to lead us street by street and then stayed around to make sure we were safely settled-in to our tent, stove roaring under a l full cookpot. We literally had to turn down invitations for dinner and overnight lodging in homes to maintain our schedule (a regret I have to this day). Though I have had some bad experiences in my own country and use a certain amount of caution in securing my bike and choosing a camping space, people are more alike than different where it counts and the good far outnumber the bad...a reassuring state of affairs when cycle-touring and camping.
Best,
Dan.