Fellow Travellers!

At what point on your travels do you become a “Traveller” – there’s a lot of people from a wide array of life doing similar things to us but is there one thing that defines us!
Facial hair seems to play quite a big role, maybe to prove how long you have been away for the better your shaggy unkept beard needs to be!
Is it when you realise that you’ve been wearing the same clothes for the last 7 days and that they could walk to the local street vendor and buy your breakfast for you?!
Trousers perhaps, is there some deep psycological link to the 60’s and hippies that makes people want to wear silly trousers, the like of which you’d never been seen dead in back home…you know the kind, overly baggy cotton ones generally in stupid colours but hey maaan I’ve found myself! That also applies for bad jumpers & silly hats!
Or is it when you have the ability to persistantly talk about what you’ve done and how much better/cheaper/unique it was to anything else that anyone else will ever do because you were the first (Even though it’s in the tour books and the touts try to drag everyone on the bus to the same thing!)
There’s an imaginery line somewhere out there that needs to be drawn and please feel free to slap me if you think I have crossed it and become an annoying traveller…..dirty and unkept looking I can cope with!
And another thing…….actually no, don’t get me started on Daddy’s Princess girls who lounge around hostels waiting for Daddy to wire some more spending money!