Read the two speakers below.  What different strategies do they adopt to deal with this difficult, and rather bizarre Speaking Part 2 question.

Speaker 1

Well, with all due respect, I don’t really agree with the basic premise of the question.  I know some people will say that they don’t like such-and-such a city, or such-and-such a town, but I’ve never really believed them.  I mean, I can understand if someone says they don’t like a particular restaurant, or a particular night club.  That’s fair enough.  But how could you dislike a whole city?

I believe that if someone comes away from a city, and they say they don’t like it, then that’s their fault.  It’s their negative attitude.  It’s not the fault of the city.  If you have the right attitude, every place you go to can be a positive experience.

Think of how big a city is.  Think of how many different places there are in it.  Think of how many people there are in it.  Are you telling me that you can’t find one nice place in the whole city?  That you couldn’t find one nice person?  No, I don’t believe that for a second.

What I do believe is that some people have a negative attitude, and they just go around hating everything they come across.  And those people definitely exist—okay, I admit that.  But that’s not me.

You know what?  I’ve been travelling my whole life.  I’ve been to I don’t know how many hundreds of cities and towns.  Some of them have been big, and some of them have been small.  But I’ve never once come across a city I didn’t like.  That’s the truth.  And I’ll tell you something else: I usually try to get to know the people in every city I visit.  I talk to the waitress at the restaurant.  I make small talk with the gas attendent.  And people are good and friendly everywhere you go.  And you know what else...

Speaker 2

        The worst city I ever went to was called Bazumbambum.  Have you ever heard of it?  No?  Well, I’m not surprised.  Most people haven’t.  It’s in a country called, uh, Cazambabub.   It’s, uh, somewhere in Eastern Europe.

        Anyway, a few years back I was touring Europe with my rock and roll band.  We were just driving through in our tour bus, when our tires blew out right in the middle of Bazumbambum.  

        Have you ever been in a town  which you could tell  was awful right from the moment you stepped foot in it?  That’s what this place was like for me.  I mean, you could just tell.  Right from the moment you stepped off the bus.

        The first thing that hit you was the smell.  Bazumbambum is famous for its rotten cabbage.  This is because their main crop is cabbage, but some years they produce more cabbage then they can possible sell on the market, so the extra cabbage just rots in the streets.  The minute you get off the bus, you just get hit by this wave of rotten cabbage smell.

        The smell was so bad that the drummer in my band actually got knocked down.  Have you ever seen someone knocked to the ground by a smell?  He just stepped off the bus and BOOM!  It was like someone hit him in the face.

        To tell you the truth, he was never quite the same after that.  I don’t know.  The smell just did something to him.  It was a smell so strong it could drive a man insane.

        I didn’t actually fall down myself, but I vomited right into my hat.  I’m not sure why I didn’t just vomit on the streets.  I guess it was just an automatic reaction to try to catch the vomit in something.  Anyway, that hat was never quite the same after that.

        Now, that’s just the smell.  But I haven’t even gotten to describing how awful the place LOOKED.  The streets were...