Thursday 12 September 2013

I'm sorry, I haven't a clue.

My mother told me, after yet another random stranger requested directions from me, that I should wear a little Information Officer badge.
I would prefer not to be asked. And when I'm a tourist, I don't expect to be. Particularly when I'm looking fairly lost myself. And I don't know what it is: maybe the hi-vis, maybe the helmet endgendering expectations of knowledgeable courier, but even is Brugge, in my rain-suit, looking for signs of the rest of the party, tourists ask me for directions.
I ask you, does this look like the outfit of a tourist information board?

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