Coach Trip’s journey has now reached Day 20 (no, sorry, I can’t even type “Day 20” without hearing Marcus Bentley‘s voice). Inkface has already described this programme’s allure here, and I have to agree with her – it’s perfect after-school, mindless entertainment.
More a sort of low-rent travelogue than a reality show, there’s a lot of embarrassment to be had from the way this particular gang of Brits conduct themselves abroad. There’s a lot of sniggering, mainly from the people the narrator insists on referring to as “the young alliance,” who find foreigners and their quaint little ways amusing/boring, depending on whether the activity at hand involves an opportunity to show off.
These activities, designed to give a flavour of the local traditions of the places visited, have ranged from sporty (waterskiing, clay pigeon shooting) to practical (ice cream making) to painting violets with sugar syrup.
Something for everyone, then, but all of it designed to provide a laugh and a nice handful of bitchy comments. Until today. Brendan, the chirpy courier, announced the itinerary for their day in Serbia. “We’re off to… a Nazi concentration camp!” he announced. You could have poked the silence with a sharp stick, and this continued as they were shown around the camp. It’s a subject that, no matter how often you hear about it or how much you know, never fails to be shocking and upsetting. Being shown a tiny, windowless room lined at twelve inch intervals by barbed wire where the more “difficult” prisoners were put, in the middle of Coach Trip, of all things, was gobsmacking.
Of course, the sombre mood wasn’t allowed to last. There was a commercial break, and onto some traditional Serbian dancing, a bit of bitching and scheming, and then the next big shock of the day – the “young alliance” was shattered by Tam and Jayson being voted out. There were tears from Tam, who laid the blame firmly at the door of Eurovision losers Scooch, two of whom are aboard the bus. You couldn’t make this up, could you?
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