27.07.2016 - 27.07.2016
There is something particularly troubling about travel in the high season, and I hate to say it but it's tourists.
I didn't really notice at first, maybe because we just slotted in with the heaving humanity traversing the planet, all ending up at the same place, looking at the same things, making similar comments and taking the same photographs. Flocking to the retail outlets attached to each attraction, trying to find something unique in a world of dross similarity, and the multinational food outlets supplying the same packaged food to be eaten in proximity to the attraction.
Are all experiences expected to be homogonised?
I first noticed how appalling it all is when grabbing a coffee in Bath. Buses continued to rotate around the fountain island in the centre of town, disgorging load after load of the still undead. Hundreds of people mimicking the zombie walk from "Sean of the dead", heading off following a guide holding aloft some emblazoned ensign and muttering the ramblings of a third rate history lecturer, setting the pace and heading 'over the tip' as battalions of misguided have done fighting for peace.
The cities are full. We have two cities to go.
That will be enough.