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Until then - I am just another tourist! I clean the hard-earned grime and grease from under my fingernails, and try desperately to get rid of my helmet hair, as I sit and contemplate what this means!
TOURIST! We all hate to be under that banner don't we? We call ourselves travellers, backpackers, or overlanders! Anything but the 'T' word! 'Tourist' is everyone else. Tourists get in the way of that beautiful shot. They are the 'others' that we talk about in hushed tones, wishing they would all just go away and stop ruining this otherwise peaceful location. THEY are the ones that turn every location into Disneyland, right? The McDonald-munching, queue-forming, mindless zombies that will eat your brain as soon as look at you. They meander without purpose or direction. They bump into you without apology. They live life through a lens, and never stop clicking long enough to actually enjoy the moment!
We've all said it - 'Bloody tourists!'
Still - the flip flops are out and I'm not afraid to use them. If I am to survive, I must become one of them. I brace myself, as I put on on my disguise and enter the madding crowd and its ignoble existence. As Rhonda sets sail, destined for a dark ride on the big water, I wave goodbye to my individuality and head for the nearest attraction - to get in line!