We've all been one, even when six years old and not legally responsible, we were all at some stage a tourist. Visiting somewhere nice, playing, relaxing, dining & drinking. In the early twenties some of us found enlightenment, VDs and debt backpacking and justified it as a personal growth thing. Honeymooners, dirty weekenders both long married & illicit, from family camping holidays to highway Zed grey nomads people seem to like to get away from home. I heard once that popular (meaning middle class) tourism & holidaying was started by promotion for hotels on the English beachside towns, but thats not important right now.
Let me give you a local or resident perspective. FCK OFF You vulgar, brash, insensitive, ignorant, unpleasant and otherwise inconsiderately occupying my valuable reality, parking, shop & highway bastards.
One bloke (25, sombrero, sunnies, Aussie flag boardies, zinc & a shit eating grin) yesterday was being towed by a boat on a plastic blow-molded kayak while pretending to paddle with an esky between his knees at a remarkably brisk 5 or 6 knots, on a hugely incredibly long rope - seriously it was like 70m long. I was travelling upstream & almost passed his 2 giggling idiot towing mates before I saw him. On a dam somewhere, thats pretty funny. But in an insanely busy waterway with hundreds of halfwits going hell west & croocked? C'mon.
Thanks for the squillions you drop in our local economy.
Now go home it's going to rain all next week.