Yeah yeah, there’s no right or wrong way to travel…
But there is.
Being an intolerable hippy, complaining constantly that it’s too touristy, you’re doing it wrong. Go hide yourself in a the Brazilian jungle until your dreads reaches the forest floor from your tree house (and then complain that there’s no wi-fi)
Being a hopeless wuss and not being brave enough to try anything remotely adventurous unless there’s 20 safety ropes and a health and safety officer on stand-by, you’re doing it wrong, Go back home to your lovely safe middle class life, where crossing the road is the biggest risk of your day.
Being a lazy ignorant slob, spending all night in the bar and all day hungover on the beach, you’re doing it wrong. Just go to Ibiza next time, we don’t need to see your tiny outfits (girls and boys) and sunburn.
As I’ve traveled, I found the way I like to do things, and that is to see and experience as much as possible. Sometimes that’s an unguided moped tour along dirt roads in Laos, sometimes that means hitting a big commercial theme park in Vietnam, sometimes it’s deserted beach parties, and others it’s the infamous Koh Phangan Fullmoon party. But to experience is to live – it allows you to understand more about yourself, in that you know what you like, and what you don’t. So to complain about the tourists, or that the waiter is too slow with mojito number 7, or being too lazy/nervous to actually do anything means, in my opinion, you’re doing it wrong.
Traveling is about getting out of your comfort zone, trying new things, meeting new people and seeing new things. It’s not about cheap alcohol, tanning, and forgetting the name of that person from last night – you can get all of that on every high street in every western country in the world.
Next time save yourself the hours on the plane and just stay home.