|Kid with hair braids on Kho San road|
I looked down at my own cloth bracelet, and felt the touch of the necklace I had recently purchased which I thought made me look "backpacker-esque". It begged the question: what makes a "real" backpacker? What is the difference, if any, between that young girl going on perhaps her first big trip away from home and some people I'd met who'd been traveling for 3 years straight?
I then came up with the idea of "levels of the backpacker", or backpacking belts, like karate. Just like karate, there is the white belt, which is the novice traveler. But, at least the white belt has made the decision to study karate and has committed to the idea that gaining new knowledge and skill is a good thing. Similarly, there are those who have no urge or no means to see the world or travel, and unfortunately will remain ignorant, for lack of a better term, of the incredible power of travel to open the mind, build tolerance and empathy, and gain appreciation of the huge diversity of cultures and ecosystems on our planet. Most of the world, unfortunately, remains part of the uninitiated, or non-belted, traveler.
Also, I am not including the many people who do travel the world, but stay in comfortable hotels and go on pre-packaged tours. These travelers also get much of the benefit of traveling, but it is a completely different animal from the independent budget travel that I am talking about here. I will talk about the differences between these two traveling styles in another post perhaps, but for now suffice to say that I much prefer independent budget travel. It puts the traveler much closer to the actual locals because hostels tend to be in neighborhoods that are not closed off and isolated from the surrounding community. Independent travel forces the traveler out of their comfort zone, they generally have to make some attempt at talking local dialect, and having to do things on your own makes you research a place much more thoroughly then perhaps you would if you had the comfort of packaged tour. There are many more reasons I can get into but I will have to save that for another day. Again, the backpacking belts apply only to independent budget travel.
|what i done need a passport fer???!!|
The rank 0 is as described above. For lack of means, determination, or interest, a person confines their traveling within their home country, or perhaps make the occasional foray into the wilds across their closest international border. Despite the everyday coverage on CNN of our ongoing 10-year war in Iraq (the longest war ever the US has conducted), the rank 0 traveler is bewildered upon being asked where Iraq is located. This type of traveler will often worry if they ever get around to visiting the country of Africa, that it means they will have to go through the trouble of applying for a passport. The rank 0 traveler is certain that if they cross the border into Mexico, they will immediately be simultaneously robbed, forced to drink tequila, beheaded, kidnapped, and their corpse sent to a Mexican prison for life. This traveler is pretty sure that the US is the best damn country in the world and everyone else should just kiss our awesome ass, or we'll just nuke the bejeesus out of them. And by the way, we should've nuked quite a few places already actually, especially that Kim Dong Jill feller. The quicker we get to nuking, the better off everyone will be.
|Yee-haw! We have passports! We aren't in Kansas!|
The rank 1 backpacker just graduated high school or college, has just booked their totally sweet 6 week tour of Europe, and is stoked!!!! They are going to party their asses off, hit on foreign girls in English, and get cool stamps on their shiny new passport! The rank 1 backpacker knows that taking 6 weeks off is a long, long time to travel, so it'd be pretty weird to go for any longer amount of time. However, that doesn't prevent them from making sure their schedule includes 10 different cities in 10 different countries. The small fact that this means they will only get 24 hours each in Paris, London, and Rome is definitely not a problem, because how long can it really take to see that Lou-vre place? Can't be more than a half hour probably.
When the white belt first lands in Paris, suddenly reality hits home. People frown when they talk in English, and they panic when they discover American dollars really don't work. Signs don't make sense. Something that should be simple, like booking a train ticket, actually becomes an ordeal of hand-waving, waiting in obscure lines for no apparent reason, and wandering around looking for someone, anyone, who can help them with a little English. Locals laugh and smirk, and the white belt feels a little stupid. He tries desperately to remember some high school French but all he comes up with is "um, like, Oui dude. um. yep. Oui oui?"
The white belt goes to a local nightclub at 9pm and is told it doesn't even open until 2am.... Slowly the white belt realizes that you are supposed to eat dinner at 9pm, then go to a beer bar at 11pm, and only then is it time for the nightclub. The white belt is surprised that the dinner place, the beer bar, and the nightclub, only play techno music, all night, every night!! The white belt wakes up hungover at 8am, determined to see the entire city, because he is leaving on a train that same night to the next city in another country!! The white belt hits the Louvre, and after the first couple hours, realizes he is still on the first floor. Knowing that he simply cannot miss any of the all-important Louvre, he begins trotting. When he finally reaches the mob surrounding the Mona Lisa, he is in a full-sprint. He frantically bowls over the 10-deep pack of Japanese tourists, elbowing them out with one arm, while frantically gesticulating to the closest tourist to snap a picture with his other arm. When he gets the picture back, he is dismayed to realize it is crooked, 3 japanese heads are in the lower corner of the frame, and the flash from the camera has glared off the bulletproof Mona Lisa case to the point where he can't even see her. But he gives up when the mob of tourists collapses around the picture again, and defeated, he takes back off in a sprint to see the Venus.
(to be cont.)