quotes by Franz Wisner
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""How long's your vacation?"
"A year. Maybe longer."
"A year? What did you do? Win the lottery?"
Most americans we met on the road, or at least the ones without nose rings, had a hard time fathoming the idea of a year's travel. Australians and Germans would nod in "of course" approval. Our country men would fixate on language barriers or some hideous tropical disease. They'd talk about the nightmare scenario - a Third World appendectomy and not being able to tell the doctor to use clean needles."
— Franz Wisner (Honeymoon with My Brother: A Memoir)
"A year. Maybe longer."
"A year? What did you do? Win the lottery?"
Most americans we met on the road, or at least the ones without nose rings, had a hard time fathoming the idea of a year's travel. Australians and Germans would nod in "of course" approval. Our country men would fixate on language barriers or some hideous tropical disease. They'd talk about the nightmare scenario - a Third World appendectomy and not being able to tell the doctor to use clean needles."
— Franz Wisner (Honeymoon with My Brother: A Memoir)
"Watching it all, I had a panic attack.
Holy shit! Most of the Thirld World sees America through the actions of backpackers. They're our diplomats in places like this. Our grungy kissingers. These folks must think we're all drawstring pant-wearing, Hacky-Sacking, white Rasta freaks. We're doomed."
— Franz Wisner (Honeymoon with My Brother: A Memoir)
Holy shit! Most of the Thirld World sees America through the actions of backpackers. They're our diplomats in places like this. Our grungy kissingers. These folks must think we're all drawstring pant-wearing, Hacky-Sacking, white Rasta freaks. We're doomed."
— Franz Wisner (Honeymoon with My Brother: A Memoir)
"Czech Republics worst pick up line: What's a nice place like this doing around a women like you? "
— Franz Wisner (How the World Makes Love: . . . And What It Taught a Jilted Groom)
— Franz Wisner (How the World Makes Love: . . . And What It Taught a Jilted Groom)
"Fresh start. Day two, socks around my ankles, way down, two Maori boys approached me before I could get to my desk. Probelm solved. That day and in the many enjoyable ones that followed, my classmates asked me dozen of questions about America, while detailing essential subjects for a New Zealand boy in 1976, including lollies, meat pies and chips, cricket and rugby, ABBA and Tintin comic books, and why their relatives with tattoos on their face did that funy dance while sticking out their tounges."
— Franz Wisner (Honeymoon with My Brother: A Memoir)
— Franz Wisner (Honeymoon with My Brother: A Memoir)
"Watching it all, I had a panic attack.
Holy shit! Most of the Thirld World sees America through the actions of backpackers. They're our diplomats in places like this. Our grungy kissingers. These folks must think we're all drawstring pant-wearing, Hacky-Sacking, white Rasta freaks. We're doomed."
— Franz Wisner (Honeymoon with My Brother: A Memoir)
Holy shit! Most of the Thirld World sees America through the actions of backpackers. They're our diplomats in places like this. Our grungy kissingers. These folks must think we're all drawstring pant-wearing, Hacky-Sacking, white Rasta freaks. We're doomed."
— Franz Wisner (Honeymoon with My Brother: A Memoir)
