Hey Pandas, What's Your Funniest Experience In A Foreign Country? (Closed)

my brother was watching tv in Mexico and he heard someone on the tv say soy el Bano ( it means I'm bathroom). and he would go around and say it to people and I don't know what he thought it meant but he just kept saying it until someone stopped him and asked if his name was bathroom then explained he was saying. we laughed about that afterward

Was hiking to top of Kala Patthar in Nepal, just me and a guide who and we didnt speak the same language. It was cold and I had to stop a LOT to blow my runny nose. You have to stop because the footing is so uneven you cant keep walking and blow. After doing that about 15 times the guide motions to me to watch..he blows his own nose in this fingers and flings the snot away and wipes his hands on his pants. Would have been ok if I wasn't sharing all my snack with him, nuts and granola in a big bag we were digging our hands into.

This is 8-9 years ago. Me and a bunch from work (Norway) won a trip to Rome, Italy. After 2 days constantly hanging together I wanted to walk by myself and decided to check out Colosseum. It was off-season so not so many tourists or signs telling me where I could enter this huge thing, so I just walked where i seemed fit. After venturing a bit here and there i got lost and it grew dark and i got scared so i started softly calling out "hello".. And suddenly, around a bend, a fracking gladiator(!) grabs me! I screamed like a goat and was sure i was gonna die (for like 4,2 sec). He was a tourist guard/ entertainer and was mad as chite. Apparently i had trespassed as the ruins was closed for the evening, plus it cost money.. I had planned to see the Vatican alone too but i decided to bring friends to throw in front of me in case of more gladiators! Be wary in Rome!

I go to Singapore a lot with my family. We like to go to the Jurong Bird Park and feed the parakeets. Thus the story unfolds....

*2 years back, The Pansexual MELONLORD is feeding the parakeets with her parents*
My dad: SQUAWK DOES POLLY WANT A CRACKER?!
Me: Oh my god, Dad, their names are not Polly. That's just a pirate stereotype, plus, we don't have crackers to feed them.
My mom: *pulls saltines out of her purse* Actually, we do.
Me: Mom-
Me:
My mom:
My dad:
Beyoncé:
Me: Can I have one?
*My mom hands me a cracker*
*Singaporeans crowd around and take pictures of me for no reason*
Me: *attempts to eat cracker*
Eclectus parrot: *swoops down* OH NO YOU DON'T

So there is the terrible story of how I got mobbed by paparazzi and a parrot ate my cracker.

Once, my family and I took a bus tour of Europe, including London, Amsterdam, and a few other places. Our last few days were spent in Paris, and on the last day, we separated from the group and toured Paris ourselves.

We found a restaurant for lunch, and everyone was speaking French, so my sister and I whipped out our English to French dictionaries (we're Canadian), and spent a good 40 minutes writing a script of what we wanted to order. Finally, we called the waiter, and slowly read our script. Immediately, the waiter said, "oh, you're Canadian!!". We wasted 40 minutes, and we were hungry lol