Pumpkins, apparently it’s good news all around for travel. A whack of predictions all point to a rebound. I’m told Canadians are ‘rediscovering’ Europe. (Did someone move it?) Business travellers aren’t afraid of body scanners. Competitors are merging. I hardly recognize the joint.
It’s a bloody optimism-fest out there. What’s the matter with you people? All I hear in Stepford-like staccato is: “We’re having a really good winter.â€Â “Much better than expected.†“Bookings are way up over last year.â€
I’d love to come over for fresh-baked cookies, but prices are still dropping like a would-be bomber’s trousers. The islands are so desperate to recoup the cash they aren’t getting from the hotel’s meager coffers, they want to charge a $10 ‘tourism tax’. And I’m pretty certain most of you are cheering that move. Otherwise, no ‘marketing’ injections for you. Which means that by fall, we’ll all be desperate.
But if you’ll pass me some of what everyone’s smoking, I’ll gladly inhale.
