Lies, Damned Lies and Tourist Information

I lived for ten years in St Albans in the London commuter belt. It claims to have more pubs per square mile than anywhere else in the UK. So does Edinburgh. So does York. So does Aberystwyth. And Congleton, Cowes, Glastonbury, Gravesend, Norwich, Pontefract, Portsmouth, Rochdale, Shrewsbury, St Andrews and Weymouth. Nottingham raises the stakes and claims more per square mile than any other city in Europe. But, in Kraków, they will tell you they have more bars per square mile than anywhere else in the world.

Among the fifty-odd pubs in St Albans is Ye Olde Fighting Cocks, which is said to be the oldest in Britain. As is the Bingley Arms in Leeds. And the Man and Scythe in Bolton, the Skirrid Arms in Abergavenny and the Adam and Eve in Norwich. And the Eagle and Child in Stow-on-the-Wold, the Old Ferryboat in Huntingdon, and both the Bell Inn and Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem in Nottingham.

They cannot all be right. But it is something to tell the tourists.

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There is an ancient earthwork on the edge of town and the archaeologist, Mortimer Wheeler, declared that it could have been where Caesar defeated the Catuvellauni tribe. Sure it could. So could my back garden. But the plaque on the gate maintains that it probably was.

So much of popular history is bunkum. Sir Francis Drake did not casually finish his game of bowls before defeating the Spanish Armada. The Victorians were not so prudish they had to cover the legs of their tables. Marie Antoinette did not tell the poor to eat cake. Washington never said that he could not tell a lie (and you would be suspicious of a politician who did).

But tour guides, like tabloid journalists, never let the truth stand in the way of a good story.

In every historic town in England, the guides will insist that if a Welshman tries to sell you fish inside the city walls on a Sunday, you are entitled to kill him on account of a medieval statute which has never been repealed. Well try telling that to the judge.

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If you go to Australia, you will be told at least once that kangaroo means “I don’t know” in an indigenous language. The story goes that an early settler – sometimes Captain Cook himself – pointed to a kangaroo and asked a local man what it was. “Kangaroo” he replied with a shrug, and thereafter that was its name.

You will hear much the same story about the llama in Peru. ¿Como se llama?  (what is this called?) a conquistador is supposed to have asked. ¿Llama? said the confused indigenous man, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar Spanish. Gracias, said the conquistador and walked away and noted it down for posterity.

Both tales are plainly apocryphal, and linguists have gone to the trouble of debunking them. Yet they are still routinely trotted out to visitors from abroad.

Hiram Bingham, the explorer who ‘rediscovered’ Machu Picchu (the Andean people had never lost it) guessed that it was the birthplace of the Virgins of the Sun. No, no, others demurred, it must have been a prison. Or a royal estate. Or a place of worship. Or an agricultural testing station. Or a drive-through McDonalds. Or a branch office of Allen & Overy. Nobody really knows. But many visitors pay a guide to hypothesise about what each bit might have been.

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In truth, few tourists seem to care whether what they are told is speculation, exaggeration or quite openly made up. There never was a 221B Baker Street. But there is now. It is the Sherlock Holmes Museum, a Georgian townhouse restored to how it wasn’t when Sherlock Holmes didn’t live there. There are always queues outside. When they screwed a sign for “Platform 9¾”  to a wall at King’s Cross station, it drew such crowds of Harry Potter fans they had to move it. But that was nothing compared with the hordes who squeeze into the courtyard to gaze at the balcony outside the house in which the city of Verona pretends that Juliet Capulet lived.

But maybe they have it right and we fool ourselves when we think we travel to learn things. Maybe it is all about entertainment, a distraction from life, an expensive alternative to watching TV.

© Richard Senior 2015

4 thoughts on “Lies, Damned Lies and Tourist Information

  1. Love the topic! I have slightly covered it when writing about El Djem in Tunisia. People love to be told an interesting fact (regardless if it is true or not, as long as they can pass it on to further with anticipation hidden behind, making their adventure even more exciting). This is like very safe traveling, without a hunger of discovering more than it is presented in a guide book. I like thinking about my traveling as my own discovery, verifying facts later on, as much as it is possible of course. I am trying not to use word “tourist” here, as I do not want to offend anyone and besides we all have a right to choose what we want to believe in or not, but it is hard not to associate this kind of believing in everything with being a tourist! Regardless, we all travel for different reasons and none of them are bad. What is bad is wanting to be fooled for the sake of interesting story.

  2. Oh, well I didn’t copy 🙂 As I said in my piece “Are You a Tourist or a Traveller…And Who Cares?” I think we’re all tourists and don’t hold with the distinction between tourists and travellers. There’s another point that I didn’t go into there that solo travellers often take the odd your and people on tours often spend some time doing there own thing, so I’m not against tours per se. I did walking tours in Santiago and Cape Town when I was short on time and they were fascinating and bullshit free. Thanks for your comments 🙂

    • I am not against tours either. Our latest one on Sagrada Familia was really good and I did enjoy it. I think the more you travel the more you discover why you travel. And how do you want to have your next trip. And being aware of the choices is all that matters. Really.

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