Culture shock is:
Getting off a plane after 22 hours of being up in the air (and 22 more in airline delays), arriving midnight local time, and having to look at a paper to see what day it is when my watch, my body, and the local time announced by the pilot all give different answers.
Realizing that the looking at the local papers to find the date doesn't help, because you don't read the language.
Getting off a plane in a country where you not only don't speak a word of the language, but don't speak a word of the entire language family. At least in Europe, some knowledge of a Romance language goes a long way.
But if Anna Leonowens could do it, I suppose I can, too. (Yes, that is a hint as to where I've traveled.)
More of this travel adventure to come...
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