Heroes or Hellions? How Americans are Perceived Abroad

By Erin Granat  |  Location: Australia  |  category: Travel+Place  |  01/10/08

"I’ve been to America at least ten times for work and travel and every time I’m there I can’t help but feel you’re all brainwashed into the “American Way of Life.” It’s seems like the underdog doesn’t stand a chance. In high school in Ireland, we would never build someone up for being, say, good at football like it happens in the States."

Editor's note: In October 2006, the University of Nevada, Reno awarded Erin Granat an Honors Undergraduate Research Award to travel to Australia and investigate her thesis: Heroes or Hellions? How Americans are Perceived Abroad . The following piece is excerpted from the last chapter.


I’m driving along a beach on an island off mainland Australia with nine people from five different countries. We’re packed hot and sweaty into the back of a 4WD Land Rover. Enough camping gear for three days and two nights is strapped onto the roof and stuffed in between us. I watch a two-passenger airplane land alongside us on the beach, listen to Mohamed (an Algerian from France) sing a Snoop-Dogg chorus, and realize that I really, really need to pee.

This is my adventure to Fraser Island.

Located just off the coast of Queensland, Fraser Island has a unique natural environment—it’s the largest sand island in the world and the only place on the planet where rainforest grows on sand. In addition, there are very few hotels. Or roads.

It’s only nine in the morning and I’ve already done more off-roading than I ever planned, or wanted, to in my life. That’s the only option here on Fraser; you literally just pick a spot in the tree line and go barraging through. The whole situation is completely nuts, and completely Aussie.

You basically sign up for a three day/two night excursion, are given a 4WD, camping gear, and a ten-minute lesson on how to drive in sand, jump in the back with a bunch of strangers, and go cruising around a rugged island with a crinkled map and warnings not to go in the water. The island’s main attractions are the spectacular freshwater lakes located in the interior, as the surrounding ocean is so shark and jellyfish infested, as well as channeled by a brutal rip current that even dipping a toe in is treacherous. . .

I glance around at my associates for the next few days. It’s a veritable smorgasbord of nationalities. There are two English couples, Maria and Tom, and Leanne and Bill; an Irish couple, Eva and Tom; a Swiss girl, Martina; two Spaniards, Pablo and Francisco; the French-Algerian, Mohamed; and myself.

It’s only a few hours into our weekend together and we’ve already established certain roles. The English couples are traveling together and have assumed leadership, organizing the purchase of our food, water, and booze. The Irish couple provide romantic entertainment, as they’re constantly kissing and holding hands. The Swiss girl isn’t saying much, but adds a bit of mystery with her chain-smoking and dark glasses. The Spaniards, together with Mohamed, have taken on the responsibility of comic relief, and are playing off each other like The Three Stooges. And myself? Well, I’m the all important deejay, keeping command of the iPod tuner we rented and being sure to provide a healthy mixture of classic eighties and nineties pop tunes. Read More...

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