Well, I'm finally up to the part where the name of this/these [originally supposed to be one long] post/s came from.
I initially was incredibly excited about New Zealand. Exploring, discovering, experiencing it's beauty and culture. This was soon to be broken down into mild eagerness as I discovered we were taking a tour.
Sheeple holidaying.
'Sheeple' is a compound word. 'Sheep' and people' combine to make a term describing those who blindly follow with others without questioning or thinking for themselves.
I'm not too happy about the idea of being bundled up in a big bus and being shuttled from place to place. It will not allow for me to explore as far as I want to my satisfaction. What is the point of buying an expensive air ticket to take you to a place which you cannot explore to your satisfaction?
I protested against the tour, to which my father replied "Well, how are we going to get around? What if we get lost? "
When I told him that was what the point of public transport was, and that we spoke fluent English-or at least, I do, he laughed.
"It's not that easy." He replied.
I do not believe him. For the convenience of tourists, the government surely would've arranged for good public transport to tourist hotspots. I speak fluent English as well- I cannot understand how it can get any easier than that. Extensive planning and research beforehand would've made it so. I am willing to do that.
Yet here I am instead-sheeple travelling in New Zealand.
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