Tanks Travels boorish traveller award for 2016 will soon be announced

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Montreal

Ah, December. That time of the year when Tank reflects on the horrid travellers she has encountered during the year. When it comes time to award Tank’s Travels most boorish traveller of the year.

Joy to the world. We’ve got amazing contestants this year.

Now, I’m kinda cheating here because it appeared on my other blog, Tanks View. But who could forget the night Tank travelled several blocks in her own neighbourhood to investigate the out-of-control rooftop party hosting at Bob Rennie’s art gallery? Wherein the so-called Condo King said eff you to residents of the area and city noise bylaws.

Since I’m cheating anyway, what about the lunatic drivers of Montreal who made my life as a tourist hell. Wherein Tank said eff you, she’ll take her travel dollars to another city in 2017.

I’m reposting the contestants stories in the next few weeks so you can get reacquainted with them.

The winner will be announced just before new years.

Enjoy.

PS: here’s last year’s (2015) winner. A potty-mouthed scuba diver in Cozumel.

Here’s some of the other contestants.

Countdown to Tank’s Travels boorish traveller of 2016 award

IMG_2264-2Where has the year gone? Can’t believe it’s getting near time to award Tank’s Travels boorish traveller of the year award for 2016.

We have some terrific contestants this year.

Who could forget the horrid people I had the misfortunate of encountering in gorgeous Palau.

Or Darrell, the Alberta drunk who tortured us with his barbarianism on a trip to Cuba.

I’ll be reposting the contestants stories in the next few weeks so you can become reacquainted with them.

The winner will be announced just before new years.

Enjoy.

PS: here’s last year’s winner. A potty-mouthed scuba diver in Cozumel.

 

 

 

 

“This place is for peasants”: boorish behaviour at SFO @united

We, the peasants, of the United Lounge at San Francisco airport. The peasant in front has two laptops.

We, the peasants, of the United Lounge at San Francisco airport. The peasant in front has two laptops.

I wish I’d had time enough to take a picture of this asshole and his companions. Three (two males, one female. The younger man may have been their servant) boorish travellers, botoxed to an inch of their lives. Wearing the type of travel duds you find in magazines targeting (insecure?) people who identify as sophisticated travellers. You know, the yacht club set.

I first heard, then noticed, the trio when they marched past me in the United Lounge at San Francisco airport. The lounge isn’t opulent, but has comfortable seating and snacks. Staff keeps it tidy and the refreshments replenished – always available to help the spoiled and clueless work the cappuccino machine.

But none of this mattered to the trio. They were looking for a VIP section of the lounge. Where, I guess, they could ogle and be ogled by their kind. Where, I suppose, they could mingle with superior human specimens, without being contaminated by the bottom feeders in the rest of the lounge.

“Is this it?”, the woman barked at the employee busy emptying a trash can. “Is there another section?”

Unhappy with the response, the three turned on their heels and sprinted to the exit.

Heading home to my 'low social rank'.

Raising my coffee cup to low social rank – the coarse, the unsophisticated, the uneducated.

“This place is for peasants,” the older guy remarked on his way out.

Raised by wolves.

 

 

 

 

 

Rude, ugly tourists

Mad crowd even more upset after rude girls from Manchester pushed in.

Mad crowd even more upset after rude girls from Manchester pushed in.

You couldn’t have found a more sleep deprived and cranky group of travellers than the folks in this picture. Me among them.

Cranky for good reason.

It’s 5:00 am. Only a couple of Air Asia employees are staffing the counters at Bangkok’s old Don Muang Airport. This is with several flights scheduled to depart before 7:00 am.

The few counters operating are at a standstill owing to unprepared travellers unpacking their overweight suitcases, trying to avoid paying a fee.

It’s chaos. Then it gets worse.

Those around me notice three young women, who look to be in their early 20s, butting in where there’s a split in the line.

Chuckling and smiling at each other. Quite proud they appear to have gotten away with it.

That’s until other travellers approach and call them out. This sends them scurrying to the back of the line. Not before spewing four letter words at everyone they pass.

Later, I overhear one mention they’re from Manchester, England and heading to Vietnam.

So glad I’m heading in a different direction.

Article on top ten rude traveller nations

In the future, whenever someone says “Manchester” I’ll think about these rude tourists.

Take away: don’t embarrass yourself and your nation with your ugly behaviour.