Winter passes and the time draws near. The simple tourist is often innocent of the fact that most countries in the world have become tourist-conscious. For months now, each country has been advertising its beaches and cities, its ruins and resorts, in a frantic endeavor to make ends meet. It does its best to measure up to the tourist’s preconceived notions of what he will find on arrival. So it goes out of its way to provide him with“typical”scenes: that is“typical” peasants in“typical” costumes and customs that should have fallen into decay long ago,but have been given a new lease of life to add to local color. representative of the tourist organization give the traveler a hearty welcome the moment he arrives, and the vendors of trinkets and souvenirs do a brisk trade.
　　It is small wonder that the tourist is a busy man. He no sooner sets foot on foreign soil than he is rushed to his hotel and thence is immediately taken on a conducted tour of the city by night. In the morning, he goes through another arduous course of sightseeing. He has barely had the chance to recover, or indeed, to find out exactly where his hotel is located, before he is off again to yet another part of the country. It is not even a bird’s-eye view he gets. 　　Rather, it is a snapshotview. He is given about half an hour on each famous site and has just about enough time to take photographs, which he can sort out when he gets home. In the perpetual race against time, he is forever sending postcards to his friends depicting wonderful views of places he never even knew existed.
　　No fortnight in the year passed quite so quickly. travel-worn , the tourist eventually arrives home proudly displaying his collection of passport- stamps. Truly rested, he is back at the office on Monday with a year’s work ahead of him before he will have the opportunity to sally forth again.