Sociological study of the off-season tourist
Posted 28 September 2012 by .
Last week we went tickling Lacanau waves, a couple of hours away from home, to relax from a particularly overworking summer. Just to spend a couple of days staying cool; under the first sunshine of early fall, surrounded by pine trees, dunes and…the remaining tourists.
Late September tourist is unique: If I had to do a sharing out of the bitch and the summer camp we’ve been for the INSEE (National Institute of Statistics and Economic Studies), I’d put it definitely this way: 90% of Germans, 10% of people-from-the-rest-of-the-world (mainly Dutch, British, Belgian and French).
It’s weird filling his self in German land just a step away from Bordeaux.
The early fall German tourist has a sweet van, a wife aging well, protruding muscles and clean nails. He’s tanned, has his own survival equipment, eats and goes to sleep before than any Spanish person has even taken a drink, and gets up at down, to surf on the earliest waves.
All this is obviously nothing but one of the nasty generalities I’m used to do, because I can definitely tell you that sometimes, the off-season tourist is old, doesn’t care about picking his nose just in front of his wife, raids the shop for beers and goes to clubs to drink Whisky Cokes listening to crappy remixed tunes.