When hotels are like hippy communes, where's left for the misanthropic traveller? - telegraph.co.uk

Some of us travel in the hope of meeting other people. Some of us travel to escape other people. The hotel industry is betting hard on the former camp. Today we breakfast "family style", slurping down our muesli (or "granola", in the universally accepted parlance of the travel trade) perched on benches at farmhouse tables. We're forced to interact as we mix our pre-dinner drinks at "honesty bars". If we have some emails to send, we do it in an open-plan lobby, sharing a sofa/beanbag with a fellow "digital nomad". These are challenging times indeed, for the travelling misanthrope.