There were 39 people in our tour group. As the second pick up point, we were down the back of the bus. One man was behind us and shortly after out guide introduced himself, the man called the guide to the back of the bus. The guided returned to the man with what turned out to be a garbage bag. Just two seats behind us, the man vomited for two hours solid. The noise of him puking got to me. The smell got to R.
He was clearly very unwell. While we saw Stonehenge, he went and bought a burger and a milk drink and subsequently vomited for the next hour on the coach. He was diabetic too, so our guide took him to Accident and Emergency in Bath and he rejoined us a few days later I think in Liverpool. He was a troublesome person in more ways than one. More to come about Joe.
Most of the tour group were from The States and sadly some quite a few of them fitted the stereotypes. One couple were celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary and bragged about it. I did not tell them that R and myself have been together for forty years. She and and he were big units and she always wore a tee praising the lord, or some other religious slogan. Trumpet voters, I suspect.
Another was in his mid forties and incredibly handsome and a total bore as he banged on about war service in the Middle East, serving in Germany and Scotland with US Forces. He was a non functioning person and his wife did everything for him. All he had to do was be where he was told to be at the right time. Did I mention he was terribly good looking?
There were the mother and son from New Jersey. He was pretty hot in a lanky marine kind of way and favoured singlets and shorts as his preferred dress. I don't mind seeing young skin. His accent was fairly neutral, but his mother's accent sounded like she came from The Bronx. I am not sure that we earned her eternal gratitude when we found her lost phone on the coach.
I should not judge a country by one person, but oh the super arrogant Swiss man. He would have been mid thirties, his Canadian/Asian wife of plain looks a similar age. Physical assault is not usually at the fore of my mind, but I felt like punching him in the face at times. I pointed out something to his Canadian wife, saying doesn't that look like an Inuksuk? She said sorry, I don't know what that is. A fine Canadian citizen.
There was an Canadian/Asian couple. They were ok. There was a younger French Canadian couple who kept to themselves. While she could speak English, I don't think he could. From Montreal I think.
There was a three generation family from Eastern Europe? Grandma maybe my age, daughter and granddaughter. They were all slim and so fit and walked and walked.
There was a chap, European born, moved to Canada and married a woman of Indian heritage and they moved to Florida. They were quite nice. I heard at some point he came from Hungary to Canada. Then I heard heard him talking to the above mentioned family in a foreign language. Hungarian is a language all on its own, so I guess that is where the multi generational family came from.
Another couple came from Florida. They were my age and terribly fit and out and about walking and seeing things early in the morning, in spite of him drinking triple techilas with his dinner, and she have a good drink too. She could be a bit loud at times in that American way (sorry), but I had a couple of really nice chats to her and I liked her and she showed concern for us.
Stereotypes are often valid, but don't take them down to a personal level.
Also along for the ride was our tour guide's sister. They are South African born and quite English. She was nice enough and I noted took a lot of detailed hand written notes. I've probably forgotten some people. No matter. We did not really connect with anyone.
Our travel group last year in South Africa was nicer.
Gattina will know all about coach seat rotation but again on this trip it failed, with a favoured couple up front twice. Not as bad as in South Africa though.