Boat back

After the narration and the trip to the dragons all the tourists are sitting in silence looking at the gorgeous sunset. Jules comes up to Sean and whispers quietly in English.

Jules: How much did you give him?

Sean: Enough

Jules: How much, I'll go halves.

Sean: You don't have to do that.

Jules: I do. If I can't convince those boneheads that students or not, they're a hell of a lot richer than the people they're refusing to tip then I can at least pay part.

Sean: Your part isn't half.

Jules: And your part isn't whole. Stop being such a martyr just because of those brats.

Sean: Hey, we've all been there.

Jules: Really?

Sean: Sure, I remember travelling around South America with two friends. And we'd always been able to get a room for three until we came to this one place where could only find doubles. And the thing was, we had to get up at 3 o'clock or something stupid to go on this hike. So we were like fuck it, we're not paying for two rooms so we persuaded them to let us all share one double bed. So we had 3 blokes, of which I was the smallest, rammed into this double bed. My face is up against the wall and Liam's knees are digging into my back and I do some quick sums. We'd saved £1.20 each by not getting another room.

Jules: Well, you know, you look after the pennies

Sean: And the pounds get spent on Chiropractors

Jules: Where in South America did you go?

Sean: Flew into Buenos Aires then up the Andes, Bolivia, Peru, then out to the Galapagos and home from Ecuador.

Jules: How long did it take you?

Sean: Seven weeks.

Jules: Seven weeks? To do the length of South America.

Sean: We went quite hard.

Jules: Did you fly everywhere

Sean: No, just took an awful lot of buses.

Jules: You must have spent half your time on a bus.

Sean (shrugs): The views were good. And my knowledge of Jean-Claude Van Damme movies went up exponentially. You ever been to South America?

Jules: Lived in Chile for a year.

Sean: Hence the conversation. You get to see anywhere else.

Jules: I went to Macchu Picchu but I flew.

Sean: Well I guess some people don't worry about their carbon footprint.

Jules: So how did you get to Indonesia, row boat?

Sean: Pedalo. I was only meant to go to the Isle of Wight. Overshot slightly.

It's a crap joke but Juels still smiles.

Jules: No, but you're right, it's ridiculous. I've spent the last two years working on ways for Britain to cut its footpriny and then what do I do? Fly all over the fucking world for six months. It's quite spectacular hypocrisy. No wonder we're fucked. I'm meant to be one of the ones who gets it, who cares, who's willing to make sacrifices. But still I went and left on a jet plane. About ten times.

Sean: It sucks doesn't it. Generally I'm pretty cool with the sacrifices that need to be made. I'll slip on a big thick jumper rather than put the heating on, bike arond the place, eat less meat. I'm good with all that. But stop flying? Actually say, it's good, I don't want to see the rest of the world, I'll go on holiday to Southwold. I have no interest in seeing what else the world has to offer. I just don't know that I'm willing to do that, even to save manknd.

Jules: And then who are we are to say to those who go, you know what I don't want to fly. I'm quite happy where I am in comfort and with people I know. If you say I can't travel the world, that's not a problem. As long as you let me drive my car, I'll happily sacrifice any chance to see what Indonesia is like. What do you say to those people?

Sean is silent for a second and looks out again at the sun dipping below the horizon.

Sean: I'd say, you should see what I'm seeing.

Jules smiles and relaxes, letting the view take the spotlight.