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July 4, 2009
There must be ten people or more sleeping in this tiny room, with the only window giving to a narrow and steep street of Riomaggiore. Canadians, Americans, Australians, Britons and Kiwis travelling the world in cotton t-shirts and sneakers, from one tourist location to another, making temporary friends, telling the same stories over and over again, insulated from actual life and complaining how they can't feel the culture, as if spending money and getting drunk all over the world has become some strange rite of passage. A far cry from the World Tour, or just more of the same?