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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 go
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 depict
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. |
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