Someone just wondered whether this walk was an anti-tour. Um, not according to Daniel Kalder, aka the first international congress of Anti-Tourists at the Shymkent Hotel, Shymkent, Kazakhstan, October 1999:

The anti-tourist does not visit places that are in any way desirable.
The anti-tourist eschews comfort.
The anti-tourist embraces hunger and hallucinations and shit hotels.
The anti-tourist seeks locked doors and demolished buildings.

And so on. I keep telling people they should want to meet squatters, gypsies, finch fanciers etc on variants of walks like this, but this anti-tourism stuff has yet to go mainstream.

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  1. Sounds like no fun whatsoever… so, er, brilliant, yeah?

    Actually, exploring is always the most fun thing to do on holiday. As my friend recently found out after walking a cliff path above a Tarragona beach, only to find several gentlemen cottaging in broad daylight. Viva el verano…

  2. I’ve a lot of sympathy with the anti-tourism movement whilst having that reactionary old fuddy-duddy’s fear of being arrested or getting beaten up.

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