We call tourists grockles. I have no idea why or where it originates.
You always know them on the roads, you get an inkling they’re suddenly going to stop, or turn right or left with no signal as they don’t know where they’re going.
Living in a small holiday resort, we lose the town to tourists in the summer, even this year with Covid, the visitors still came and brought the virus with them. The road is eaten up with hot sweaty and smelly bodies, then littered with chip wrappers, coffee cups, half eaten food and beer cans in their wake.
We were tourists when we went abroad. However, you would never have known because people were asking US for directions!!