I read a review about Antarctica by a guy who seemed obsessed with eating penguins. His blog entries carried an undertone of misogyny about female travelers. His hunter behavior in that environment repulsed me. Is my disdain related to him as a person or the feeling that he went to Antarctica to check off the box, to claim he had traveled to all seven continents without regard of the privilege it is to travel to a continent so rich in resources and pivotal to our climate sustainability?
Iām envious of people who can live without regrets, without I-should-haves. Traveling helps me to live more mindfully in the present but the past seems to travel with me no matter where I go.
I think that one of the most embarrassing things about travelling when one really tries to open their mind to the beauty/horror/nature of their surroundings and can't help but observe other travellers being downright obnoxious, is the realisation that you appear the same to any local/native and, most likely, to the very people you laugh at/scorn/try to avoid. Like all embarrassing things though, if you can remove your ego from it, it's hilarious. Silly travellers are funny and serious ones are hilarious. Respect for the land/people who are hosting you is vital, and the rest is folly. Gotta love it.
I read a review about Antarctica by a guy who seemed obsessed with eating penguins. His blog entries carried an undertone of misogyny about female travelers. His hunter behavior in that environment repulsed me. Is my disdain related to him as a person or the feeling that he went to Antarctica to check off the box, to claim he had traveled to all seven continents without regard of the privilege it is to travel to a continent so rich in resources and pivotal to our climate sustainability?
Iām envious of people who can live without regrets, without I-should-haves. Traveling helps me to live more mindfully in the present but the past seems to travel with me no matter where I go.
I think that one of the most embarrassing things about travelling when one really tries to open their mind to the beauty/horror/nature of their surroundings and can't help but observe other travellers being downright obnoxious, is the realisation that you appear the same to any local/native and, most likely, to the very people you laugh at/scorn/try to avoid. Like all embarrassing things though, if you can remove your ego from it, it's hilarious. Silly travellers are funny and serious ones are hilarious. Respect for the land/people who are hosting you is vital, and the rest is folly. Gotta love it.
Hi Diana! Beautiful writing, as usual!