I suppose if life was a holiday it would be empty? I feel an emptiness, which I try to fill by reading bits and pieces. But when you allow yourself to enjoy it you feel that the emptiness doesn't matter.
If you did a blog about shite holidays I would read it. Maybe start your own travel agency, grim Britannia! The tourist experience is very draining, being around strangers desperate to have an experience, it makes me feel locked out, more stupid, more alienated. Like that wine tour. You just couldn’t wait til it was over yeah?