As if a Walloon could actually afford a plane ticket to a MENA country...

those dirty walloons can't even afford the soap to remove the coal dust! thank god for the flemings, otherwise there would be very little redeeming belgium. (can you guess to which group i belong?)

so, L, did they misidentify you as a dirty walloon or a gallant fleming?

Well, considering that the Belgians are considered the backwater hicks of the francophonie, maybe it isn't a compliment that they are making ;]

I'm thinking we should tattoo the Manneken Pis in their forehead, or make them wear special armbands to prevent these kinds of mixups. Not that I have anything against Belgians, but we don't want to end up like the Congolese, right?

alle: aren't the pot bellies and mullets enough of a mark already?

From Monty Python's TV show "Prejudice":

Well, Mrs Scrint, apart from being totally unprincipled left-wing troublemakers, the Syrians are also born skivers, they're dirty, smelly and untrustworthy, and, of course, they're friends of the awful gippos. (applause) There you are, Mrs Scrint, I hope that answers some of your problems - have a nice trip. (more applause) Well now, the result of last week's competition when we asked you to find a derogatory term for the Belgians. Well, the response was enormous and we took quite a long time sorting out the winners. There were some very clever entries. Mrs Hatred of Leicester Said 'let's not call them anything, let's just ignore them' ... (applause starts vigorously, but he holds his hands up for silence) ... and a Mr St John of Huntingdon said he couldn't think of anything more derogatory than Belgians. (cheers and applause; a girl in showgirl costume comes on and holds up placards through next bit) But in the end we settled on three choices: number three ... the Sprouts (placard 'The Sprouts'), sent in by Mrs Vicious of Hastings... very nice ; number two..... the Phlegms (placard) ... from Mrs Childmolester of Worthing; but the winner was undoubtedly from Mrs No-Supper-For-You from Norwood in Lancashire... Miserable Fat Belgian Bastards. (placard; roar of applause)

Probably for the same reason that Germans took me for Dutch. They know you're not French because of your dialect but you speak fluently enough they don't think you're English or American.