You think getting a photo with an exotic animal is a good idea.

You think the old “hold the monument” trick is genius.

(People who do this make me angry)

 You go travelling and hey presto, you’re a Hare Krishna.

 You think the selfie stick is one of the world’s greatest inventions.

 You think that if you look all lost and pathetic someone will help you.

 

 You take photos of locals without asking.

You sneakily listen in on paid tour groups.

(look at that little sausage-man scrounging around the perimeter)

The only souvenir you have of each country is a scummy beer singlet.

You always go for the cheesy jump shot.

 (And still mis-time it)

 

You use a whoppıng great big tablet to take photos.

You promise to email a photo to a fellow traveller but never do.

(Sorry Sam, haven’t got round to it yet)

 

You think you’re brave for eating the same food locals eat every day.

You think dressing like the locals makes you look worldly.

(it makes you look like an idiot)

 

You climb all over hıstorıcal monuments for a photo.

 

You think you tan. You don’t.

You feel proud of yourself for giving a 20 cent tip.

Going to India doesn’t suddenly make you all spiritual and shit. Jerk.

You go to the luxury resort to use the pool but stay in the shit-hole down the road.

You go half way ’round the world to eat the same junk you eat at home.

Jerk Sandwich right there.

You post photos just to make your mates jealous.

You take random photos of small exotic children.

You bargain to the death over 60 cents.

You grow a beard to fit in with other jerk travellers.

You get up for your luggage when the seatbelt lights are still on.

You think you’re some type of messiah cos local kids flock to you.

You pull the double thumbs up in front of ımportant landmarks.

You pose inappropriately with locals.

 

Click below link to see the classic traveller’s dilemma:

https://twitter.com/JerkTraveller/status/613139249190141952