I always feel something of a fraud when describing myself as a travel blogger. After all, my experience of visiting Asia was a luxury honeymoon in the Maldives, I have never stayed in a hostel (indeed I baulk at the idea of sharing a bathroom, never mind my sleeping space), and generally never travel without at least 20kg of unnecessary clothing stuffed into a wheeled suitcase. I’ve never travelled solo, unless you count a flight to Tenerife to stay with a cousin who subsequently returned to the UK before I did. I’ve never even picked up a rucksack, much less trekked across the globe with one. I regularly get messages from people who want to discuss my “travelling” lifestyle, and I have to confess that I spend much more of my time thinking about travelling than actually travelling.
So am I a fraud? I read tales of those with a nomadic lifestyle with envy, and wonder how people can hold down a full-time job, fly to the other side of the world on a Friday and still be back in time for the office on Monday morning. Despite the fun of planning a road trip, or negotiating how to get from A to B, I still like to fall back occasionally on an all-inclusive package holiday, when I don’t have to make any difficult decisions other than what cocktail to drink or which bikini to wear. Even when we organise our own travels – which we have done in Europe and in the States – we stay safe, focus on the must-see sights and largely remain in touristy areas. If we do go off the beaten path, it’s usually because I’ve done a little research beforehand and I know where is “tourist-friendly”.
A recent infographic gave a very slanted view of the tourist and traveller debate. The gist was this:
Then you are a tourist. Ah, sometimes I’m a tourist then.
Or do you:
Then you are a traveller. Ah, sometimes I’m a traveller then. See how hard it is define? I like to sleep in a comfy hotel with running water and electricity, but that’s a relief after spending the day outdoors. I like to make plans and do research, but not to the point where I’m inflexible. And yes, I like to take selfies (not with a selfie stick though…) but that’s cos Mr Fletche takes all the beautiful professional-level shots, and someone needs to capture us being silly in front of the Atomium or the Golden Gate Bridge with a point-and-click.
I wish I could travel more. I wish I could abandon family and financial responsibilities, sell my house and car and see the world without stopping. But until then, I will remain a sometimes traveller, sometimes tourist, but full time travel dreamer.
Are you a tourist or a traveller? Or are you, like me, a bit of both?