From Alan Bennett’s 1987 diaries, on a trip to Egypt:
Every day in the late afternoon the hotel fills with tourists, and after breakfast empties again as they depart for Luxor and the boat up the Nile. Many are English.
“Palm trees are nothing to us,” one said today—“We’re from Torquay.”
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