I'm sitting here in Adelaide. I've finished blowing the last of the black junk from the Piccadilly Line out of my nose, after flying for so long that I watched all of Fargo Season 2 on a tiny screen attached to a chair reclined to within inches of my face. If it's not clear, I've realised, European Summer Holidays suck. Of course, I'll list why:
It's sunny from before 5am until almost 10am. This makes it really difficult to take amazing photos without staying out quite late. The lighting during the middle of the day is too harsh. Super annoying. And I missed every sunrise for a month.
Deciding what to do each day is mentally draining. Museum? Park? Castle? Shopping? Hiking? Pub? How you'll end up wishing for the surprise-free routine of office and supermarket.
You can't buy Weet Bix anywhere.
Every time you visit a website you have to accept cookies. Sometimes also at hotels.
Only having one place in the room to charge your phone is a pain.
When you post something to social media you have to wait hours for your friends and family to wake up and like it.
There are tourists everywhere.
No matter how much fun you're having, there's a constant, nagging feeling that you'll have to go back home soon and return to reality.