friendliest people in Europe?
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friendliest people in Europe?
When I do go anywhere I like to feel welcomed so I guess the way the natives are is important to me. In all of my travels to Europe I have found the turkish to be the most friendly, who go out of their way to help. HAve you been to places where you felt the same?
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I was recently in France and The Netherlands for a couple of weeks. I spent only five hours in Brussels as a stopover off the train from Paris to Amsterdam. And in that short time, I had three friendly people come up to me and ask me from where I was visiting. No one *ever* did that in France or The Netherlands the rest of the time I was there. So I got the impression from my very short stop there that the people in Belgium (or at least Brussels) are very friendly.<BR><BR>Andrew<BR><BR><BR>
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The Scots, absolutely the Scots. Whether we were in a bus, waiting for a bus, in a pub or walking down the street we met Scots who actually chatted with us. We live in a tourist town and I know we aren't nearly as friendly. I try to reach out to visitors now due to my visits to Scotland. Oh yeah, did I mention the Scots?
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My vote goes to England. Throughout my endless questions all over the country everyone was so helpful and kind. Even got a couple of "cheerio, luv" comments which was perfect. I always look back fondly on the month I spent touring England. Another country where the people were very gracious is Thailand.
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Well, the people of Edinburgh are very friendly and chatty. I was there for Hogmanay 2 years ago and everyone was my best friend, although they were all pissed to the gills.<BR><BR>My mother, who is also a world traveler, swears the Turks are the nicest. She hates the Swiss, although she thinks they are extremely clean.
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I have encountered friendly people in every European country that I have traveled to. I must however give credit to the older gentleman in Belgium that ran about a mile down the beach to inform me that he had told me incorrect train information. Oh, and there was the restaurant owner in Italy that ran a few blocks through pouring rain to return the gloves that I had left on the table after a bit too much wine. And last but not least, when I was lost in France I was saved by a gentleman who spoke no English but knew by my perplexed look that I needed help. I hope to someday repay these random acts of kindness to any travelers I may meet in my future travels!