Just take the bus
I love it when people utter these words:
“I just want to meet the locals.”
Nothing wrong with that you may be thinking and on the surface of it, it may even sound genuinely sincere. But then they follow it up with this little pearl:
“And do what the locals do.”
And that’s great, such a lovely sentiment. Except it’s also complete rubbish.
I know this because when I’m on holiday the last thing I feel like doing is getting up before dawn to commute to work. Worrying whether my son is getting hooked on crystal meth or if the swimming lessons we are being overcharged for are worth all the money.
I definitely don’t want to spend my lunch hour racing around the city paying utility accounts while scoffing down leftovers from the night before.
And as for after work, instead of sipping bubbly at some ultra chic rooftop tapas joint, which is what you and I want to do on Holiday.
All our beloved locals are interested in doing is heading home to slip into some pyjamas and binge watch Netflix.
Only they can’t even do that because their three year old is throwing the tantrum to end all tantrums. So instead they pay a babysitter to deal with that while they spend their evenings down at the local laundromat. So if you have ever wondered why there are so many drunk people in European laundromats, know you know.
What you indeed mean to say is that you wish to meet like minded globetrotters with hip Swedish accents. And frankly so do I. The only problem is that you won’t meet them either because they are all out in Africa trying to meet you!
So instead I offer another option. The bus station. It’s not ideal, it may even be downright unpleasant but there you will get to mingle with your beloved man on the street. And when that turns out not to be what you were hoping for there will undoubtedly be a chipper Australian to keep you entertained while your bus is invariably delayed.