An ode to the joys of moaning about your holidays.
Are you allowed to laugh at your own column? I'm sure it's unbecoming, but why not? Regardless, looking back on another year of Travel Bugs has been a reminder that the original mantra of this column still rings true: that moaning about your holiday can often be terrifically good fun.
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Things kicked off in 2019 with a scandalous Kiwi summertime yarn about how caravan campers reportedly thought they were superior to tent campers. Temporary fences to segregate the warring factions were being erected by day, only to be pulled down during daring raids at night. As it was explained to me, "every evening [the caravan campers] would enjoy expensive beverages while bragging about who had the best outdoor furniture."
In February it was a tale of how I made an almighty fool of myself bumping into a man who may or may not have been Pink Floyd's Roger Waters at a hotel buffet in the Solomon Islands: "Pretending to be shy of a bun, I walked unnecessarily near to Roge's table, en route to the buffet. With bun on plate, my suspicions the man behind Dark Side Of The Moon and The Wall likes nothing more than to recharge his batteries with books, wine and Honiara were confirmed." In a nutshell, men who look like Roger Waters think people who interrupt their meals in Honiara hotels are unimaginable dorks.