Travel Jokes

Travel Jokes

Travel journeys are full of funny moments and unexpected twists. This section of Dhristi.com shares a few of those amusing experiences.

Istanbul, the year 2006

Istanbul, 2006—a time when GPS was not as commonly used as it is today. On the weekend, I asked the hotel reception, “Is there a place where I can see tulip flowers?” The answer was, “Yes, a park is just a 15-minute walk from here.”  I started walking, and after some time, I came across a sign that read  ‘ Oto Park >>’ . Assuming it was the park I was looking for, I followed the directions and eventually arrived at an enclosed area filled with parked cars. Confused, I asked someone nearby, “Where is the Oto Park?” He replied, “This is ‘Oto Park.’”  It was then I learned that in Turkish, Oto Park’ means a car park or parking lot, not a park with flowers!

Trip to Nice and Sophia Antipolis, the year 2007

This was a time when I wasn’t very flexible about trying different food styles, and I was also searching for food options with a few others. The hotel advised us that just a 10-minute drive away, there was a Carrefour, and near it, we would find a global fast-food outlet. We rented a small car, but after some time, we realized the GPS in the car wasn’t working. Without smartphones and maps like we have now, we started following a “Carrefour” sign we noticed. Even after 25 minutes, we hadn’t reached the place. When we finally asked a resident, we learned that “Carrefour” in French means “Crossroads,” and the signs we were following were actually for roundabouts, not the store!

Madrid, the year 2010

The incident happened during my trip to Madrid, just a few months after the Football World Cup. I’m not a vegetarian but very selective about non-vegetarian food. We had a team dinner in Madrid, and just before the meal, they served cocktails along with snacks like olives and onion rings. I enjoyed the onion rings, even though they were harder inside than the ones I was used to. When the plates were cleared, I overheard someone mention the word “Calamari.” Curious, I asked the person next to me what calamari was, and he explained that what I thought were onion rings was actually calamari. In that moment, I couldn’t help but visualize squids and ‘Paul the Octopus,’ the World Cup’s famous prediction star.

30 minutes at the hotel corridor

This incident happened in the early 2000s, a time when I was only familiar with traditional keys or insertable cards for hotel room entry. As usual, the receptionist handed me an envelope containing the key card. When I reached my room door, I tried every method I knew to open it—even inserting the card into various slots—but nothing worked. Embarrassed at the thought of returning to the reception and admitting my unfamiliarity, I hesitated. Fortunately, a room boy happened to pass by, and I asked for his help. With a simple swipe, the door unlocked. That was my first experience with a smart swipe key card!

Nando, the Indian

Whenever I travel to a new place, I first look for an Indian or Lebanese restaurant. If I cannot find one, I go to a familiar fast-food chain. I try local food only after a day or two, once I feel comfortable. In a Middle Eastern country, I was searching for Indian food when I saw a restaurant called “Nando’s.” Back home, I have friends with the name Nandu, we used to call them “Nandoo,” so I thought it was Indian. But when I stepped inside, I realized it was a South African brand. Even though it was not what I expected,  I really enjoyed the experience.

When Dinner Became an Adventure

Cannes is a stunning place, but the food can be a bit of a challenge if you are not used to trying new things right away. At one team dinner, I thought I was playing it safe by ordering fish, expecting something like grilled seabream or sea bass—maybe even smoked fish at worst. But instead, I was served a bowl of gravy with tiny, tadpole-like fish floating in it. I stared at it, unsure if I should eat or call for backup. Someone at the table kindly explained it was a dish made with Pibales or Cvelles, baby eels. That’s when I learned my lesson—fish is not the same everywhere!