Jarvis Cocker once stood on the stage of Glastonbury, and sang the immortal words ’cause everybody hates a tourist / Especially one who thinks it’s all such a laugh’ and to be frank, I think he was never more correct. Tourists are the scab that forms on summers, taking over vast swathes of the world, using up hotel rooms which should be used to shelter people with no home at all, filling up areas which are quiet all winter, and eating up space and peace like swarms of locusts bent on pleasure. When I was living outside, people with homes to go to took up every single camping space available all summer long, pushing us out into parking lots and rest areas, while their homes stood empty and they decadently stood in ours.
When the pandemic hit the tourists even flooded the little coastal towns where we stayed, and swarmed our grocery shops, stripping them of toilet paper and groceries to take back to their inland non-touristy abodes. Some people get all the fat and meat from life…others are barely left the gristle. Now I live in San Francisco, and the pandemic has calmed down, the summer has brought the tourists in. The Pier is packed. The city is groaning under the weight of tourists, and this little enclave of cool beauty on the Bay is hopping. Of course, the tourists don’t make it out as far as the TL, and so my area is the same as it ever was, gritty and suffering, heaving under the weight of addiction, homelessness, and a City which keeps on doing the same thing over and over again, which has not solved the problems before, and never will do. It is the definition of insanity to do the same thing over and over again and expect a different result, and San Francisco keeps trying the same old tired thing again and again only to be surprised when it does not work.
You see, I will let you all in on a secret. I first realized this when I spent my first night outside, unhoused. People can’t just disappear. If you move them on, they do not cease to exist. If you sweep them, tell them they have to go, it does not make them be housed, or get off the street that they would love to be away from, but have no home to go to, and no home they can afford. People cannot just disappear. While those tourists sit in their hotel rooms, their homes empty, actual people who live in San Francisco can’t find a place inside to lay their heads.
Of course it is a huge luxury, a massively enjoyable experience to play at being tourist. I have been doing just that for the last few days. I have sat drinking pop in bars, and wandered down to the Embarcadero and Fisherman’s Wharf to push quarters into antique games in the Musee Mechanique. I have sat on the pier with a peach and a cup of tea and watched the ships go by. I have walked miles and miles round the city, to this park and that. I walked up so many hills in these past few days that my legs have turned into cooked spaghetti.
My legs ache, and I have a terrible case of sunburn. I don’t even know how, it has not been hot, yet my skin is the color of a cooked lobster and I am sitting here with aloe and lidocaine on my arms and neck feeling very sorry for myself, and very much like a tourists. Californians don’t get caught out by the sun. San Franciscans don’t go playing down on Fisherman’s Wharf. I never was good at behaving how I was meant to. I suspect people who belong here don’t often go sitting in famous City bars and staring out the window at City Lights with an untouched cola in their hands. I can’t drink booze…well I can…and that is most of the problem, so I don’t. I have not been in a bar in years, but it felt good to do something out of my comfort zone. It felt good to get out there into the city, into the streets and out of my comfort zone, even if I am a forever tourist, even if I don’t even belong.
My serious food allergies mean that I can’t eat or drink outside of the house very easily. So I wander around hungry, clinging onto my travel mug of tea and eating up the scenery like someone who does not live here. I have never felt more at home than I do in San Francisco, but I fear I will never not feel as if I am simply travelling through. The road was my home for so many years, I can’t quite believe it is the only place I belong. Life here feels like a rest, not a permanent solution. I often wonder if it will feel any different, I wonder if I will ever feel like I belong, that I am wanted and that I am settled. I hate tourists, but am condemned to never belong anywhere. I might as well embrace it since it is the way things are. I might as well take that California trip, walk by the palm trees, stare out over the Wharf and wonder at the blueness and beauty of it all.
Being a tourist in my own city has made me feel a little bit more alive again. Leaving my comfort zone, walking to places that I don’t usually see, taking a trip off the beaten track, all of that was good stuff. I guess in the midst of all this upset, judgement, stress and failure there will always be a few good reasons to be a tourist.
I hate being a tourist. That’s the reason I didin’t like US. Before you asked me, I went to NYC last decade.
For me it always feels unavoidable. I enjoyed walking around my hometown as if I was in vacation. It was kinda fun.
I love walking in my hometown. I’m not from Belo Horizonte where I live now. I was born in São Paulo. Here in Brasil, just avoid Rio.
I would love to see photos of your walks!
Tourism is an important sector in the global economy. Today, 10.4% of the world’s GDP and 7% of the world’s total exports come from tourism. The industry is worth over US$ 1.1 trillion. Perhaps the problem isn’t tourism but how the money generated is used within given countries. It could be used to provide housing and other services for a city if they elected to do so…but I suspect greed plays a role.
Greed always plays a role, I think, and the myth of trickle-down economics keeps us hooked on greed and ‘working for the man’. We have multiple hotels here which go mostly unused while human beings need a bed. Catering to those who have somewhere to rest their head, while half the city is on the streets (yes, I am exaggerating but you get my drift), seems indefensible. A lot of money is spent here on homeless services, but appears to be wildly mismanaged. I would assert no tourism until all unhoused human beings are inside. Anyway…who wants to be a tourist!…me it would appear. I enjoyed looking at the City anew…
Being a tourist in one’s home town seems to have some enjoyable aspects. At least you’re not one of those persons who’s never been to the famous places where one lives. I’m really sorry, though, to hear about the tiredness and especially about the sunburn. I hope with aloe and the evening you might be feeling better soon. San Francisco has hardly been perfect for you; but at least it seems to be where, all things considered, you’re living better. If so, I hope you get to stay.
Thank you. I hope I get to stay too. I love this city. It is my favorite place on the planet, despite its problems. Weed, aloe and an aspirin. I am very sore! It was only 70 degrees, I was not even overheated! How are you?
Thanks for asking, I’m okay. We are having a heatwave here. It started several days ago, and there’s no end in sight. A friend brought over a window a/c to help. I’m grateful.
Ouch! That kind of heat is dangerous! Is it any quieter? How is the neighbor situation? So glad it is cooler!
…I mean cooler with the aircon. The weather is awful!