Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, will be to decipher the bits of this post where my tongue is in my cheek and where it is not.
I live overseas from where I was born. I have travelled as far to my current home from my original one as it is possible to go without heading home again, but I have done little travelling. I’ve been to lots of places in the world but I would not say I have ‘travelled’. If you look at the many, nay, millions of travel books, reviews, websites, blogs and so on extolling the merits of wandering the world in clothing that doesn’t get washed as much as it should. I’ve not done that. I take holidays, which is different to travelling in my book. I don’t have enough money nor leisure time to ‘travel’ but the bigger reason is that I have no great desire to do so, no really I don’t
Let’s look at where you have to ‘travel’ to rather than go on holiday. Africa, South America, Asia and the Sub-Continent. All are seething masses of humanity interspersed with jungle, or desert, or bandits, or wild bitey things in abundance. In each of those continents are major tourist attractions. Places like Machu Picchu, Angkor Watt, The game reserves, some more temples and souks. A mountain fortress or three, some very large rivers full of things that want to and will actually eat you alive. So these major tourist attractions are called that for a very good reason. They have attracted all the worlds’ tourists, who will be there while you are there, getting in your way and annoying you. Most will have arrived in the country using scheduled airlines and use public transport to the attraction from their very nice hotel nearby. The ‘travel’ fans will have got there the hard way from some doss house or backpackers hostel, which is much the same thing, and pretend it’s better to be tired, hungry, dirty and perpetually in danger as it’s being a real ‘traveller’ rather than a tourist, who is warm well fed and comfortable. I’m not convinced.
The ‘traveller’ might say to me that I haven’t lived until I’ve kayaked on the Amazon. I know for a fact though that Jungle river journeys are unchanging from one week to the next let alone from hour to hour. I would be bored after half a day of seeing jungle on the banks of a river. Maybe I should ride a Camel in the Sahara? I’m confident that after half an hour the novelty would wear off. Perhaps I should haggle with a market trader in the Sudan. I know I would want to punch him after his continued insistence that I am impoverishing his children if I offer any less for what he is charging 10 times the value of. I’ve had a street beggar trying to sell me a Canadian stamp in Sri Lanka for $1US. I have no need of Canadian stamps and I’m certainly not about to pay a man in nappies more than their face value, no matter how persistent he is.
‘But you must go to Africa’ people say. I can assure you that I do not wish to spend even one night with just a canvas wall between me and giant man eating Lions wandering about loose, hungry, nearby.
I went to an island in the Indian Ocean once, a place that people might regard as a tropical paradise. I know of many people who are very jealous (or would be if they knew) that I had spent two weeks on holiday on Mauritius. There are many tropical island places which many people pay an awful lot of money to go to as it looks amazing in the brochure or on the internet. Let me tell you what a day on a tropical island paradise looks like.
Am, get up, breakfast on things made from fruit. Walk the few yards to the beach, lie on it. Walk into the knee deep warm water and look at the fish. Beach again. At midday walk the few yards back to the resort for some lunch made from fruit. Back to the beach after lunch, lie on it. Back in the knee deep warm water. Back to lie on the beach. At about 5-6pm, walk a few yards to a beach bar, have a cocktail. Dinner in the resort restaurant with fruit for pudding, back to the bar. Drink expensive things regardless of the alcohol content. Bed. Next day, repeat and repeat, and repeat until you go home.
I’m not a fan of the beach. If you aren’t a fan of the beach this makes your two weeks seem very long indeed. I most likely won’t spend another fortune and fly over 10 hours to do that again.
No, I’ll stick with my annual holidays and city breaks in the civilised places where I can sit in a wicker chair and do what I like to do most on my trips abroad. Eat food, drink beer and wine and watch other people. Given my current location this is mostly in Europe.
A holiday to me is where you spend the duration in one base, relaxing. Ideally driving my own car to a nice rented house and take little adventures about the local area when you get bored with all the loafing. It is not trekking for miles from one place to the next on poor quality public transport to see as much stuff as possible among a whole bunch of people I would not want to invite to my house. See the difference?
When it comes to City Breaks, Europe is actually very small and there is no city in Europe you need to spend more than two nights in, if you are me. The reason I say Europe is very small is that there is so much of it I have no need to see any more of and I’ve not seen all that much. I went to Amsterdam, which you can do in a day, no need to see any more of Holland as Amsterdam is the best bit. I’ve done Brussels, which you can do in a day, and Bruges which you can do in an afternoon, so that’s Belgium sorted. I had a couple of days in Geneva once; you can do Geneva in a day. You are getting a drift here aren’t you? Any city in all of Europe requires no more than a day for you to get the best of it.
The ‘travel’ fans will say but how can you possibly do that in a day, what about the galleries and museums?
I say to you that I have been in three galleries and museums and do not need to go into any more as I’ve seen everything. The galleries are always full of ‘Grand Master’s which are enormous gloomy paintings of men on horses, half naked fat girls eating fruit, some fruit on a table or flowers in a vase and some countryside scenes or olden days cityscapes. There will be another few rooms with some people and horses sculpted from marble before you arrive at the rooms with the pictures drawn by children with crayons. They are all identical.
Well except the one where there was a room full of empty frames, televisions with blank screens, a projector showing blank slides on a white screen, some books with nothing but plain paper pages unadorned with anything, you know, empty. Conceptual art it was called! No art is what it was and they wanted me to pay to see it. That is simply ridiculous, moving on.
The museums are uniformly full of broken bits of old things on a plinth or a stick with a description underneath in foreign language type which is too small to read. There will be some suits of Armour, some fiendish looking weaponry on display, perhaps an Aeroplane or two hanging from the ceiling and some stuffed animals in glass cases. There will also be some Roman, Greek and Egyptian stuff. I don’t need to see any of that anymore as it takes up valuable time I would rather spend sitting in a wicker chair watching people.
A City break is easy and should be pretty cheap. You fly to a European City of your choice. Each country will have its distinctive architecture; you decide what you like best or haven’t seen before. Stay in a clean chain hotel you’ve got a deal off a website for. Unless you have more money than you can count there is no point paying a lot for a smart or boutiquey hotel unless you have no plans to leave it. What’s the point? It’s a bedroom and a baggage store! You enter it to drop your bags, and leave about 10 minutes later. You don’t come back to it until it’s time to sleep and you leave it again immediately upon waking up to go out and catch your plane home. You spend your first morning seeing all there is to see in the invariably tiny town centre of the European city of your choice, get some lunch, poke about in a couple of shops then hit the wicker chairs in time for a drink, to watch the people go by.
That’s why you never need more than two nights. Giving you one full day in the city centre which is the only bit worth seeing. All European Cities, unless they were blown to bits in the wars, have a very nice centre where all the good stuff is. Outside that are the suburban tower blocks which you don’t need to go and visit. Two nights and one full day is all you need for all of them unless you like to see the same thing twice or stand in queue’s to see some art.
You’ve been there and back in a weekend, got a smidgeon of culture and all is good, meanwhile, the ‘traveller’ is on some rainy, windswept platform waiting for a train that only comes along once a day to take them to a place nobody but them really wants to visit which is why there is no scheduled flight there.
I like a holiday but I have no desire to ‘travel’ and there is a difference.
Well said. But its really an age thing. A holiday for me is to go back to my old haunts and hang around the bar of the Foreign Correspondent Club in Hong Kong and exchange war stories with my aging mates. Then may be a side trip to Manila or Bangkok to meet other old mates and relive different war stories. My kids are the ones that do the back packing. They don’t appreciate a 5 star hotel yet. They will!
I do like an old war story, and a cold beer in a comfy chair rather than blowing dust off one that isn’t is cold as it should be because a river is being used as a fridge. Indeed it must be an age thing.
Lovely post…had me laughing all the way.
I like to visit…I don’t like to travel.
I didn’t like to travel when i was younger either…just round France on a train until I could afford to buy a car.
I have a feeling that all these solemn ‘travellers’ are making up for a childhood where they had to be neat and sanitised….
Thanks Helen! I do like a train journey but I’m much happier in my car. OAH says it’s age but I never liked being cold, dirty and hungry!
Amen to the above, brother. Say it like it is!
The only beach holiday that doesn’t bore me senseless is when I go back to Portugal (where I used to live) and catch up with friends. Might spend one morning on the beach out of an entire week, but will inevitably sit in a wicker chair watching people pass by on the promenade full of cafes and restaurants.
Also get you on the museums. I like museums when no one is there, I hate the people or the crowds that go to them. (And if you want to see Old Masters, your National Trust membership will get you into Petworth House, just down the road.) One of my favourite pastimes is to go to a museum or gallery where people are halfway up their own nether regions, and say in my loudest American Redneck: “I don’t know much about art, but I know what I like!”
Petworth House is great! Room full of Turners at the far end. It’s brilliant walking about in the park as well. Except when the hound get’s a nose full of the deer!
Good stuff Sandy and mostly agreed with.
A beach is great when you have sailed to it, dropped the hook and rowed the rest of the way to stretch out on golden warm sand, deserted save for one other,. At least that’s what I imagine, so far the only beaches I have managed to get to have been occupied. Solitude (or almost solitude) is what floats my boat, be it after a long climb, a long walk or a long sail. Anything else is just like normal but with a different background.
Art? I know nothing and proof of that is that I most appreciate an artist who manages to make his painting look more like a photograph. Otherwise what is the point of it? (Philistine is the word probably best suited to describe me.)
But I remember the Imperial War museum with fondness for doing most to bring the written words I had read on war, to life for a youngster. It gave me a healthy respect for people who had fought and contempt for people responsible for sending them. A useful ‘heads up’ for when I stopped being 10 years old and joined the adult world.
You need to get yourself to New Zealand Jon. Thousands of secluded beaches to sail up to and lie on by yourself all day. I loved the Imperial War Museum. You should see the Waiouru Army Museum in NZ. It’s amazing. I used to go down there most weekends when I was in the Army to remind myself why I was doing it.
I envy your ability to get on the train and off to Europe you are whisked. BTW started to save our pennies and hopefully attend the Marine Mammal Conference in Dunedin in December.
It’s a good ability to have Lidia, but you could catch the train to Peru! How exciting on the NZ trip!!
I like to visit new places and explore them; I like people watching too – especially people watching people watching…
Watching the people is the best bit. x
I agree with him.
For holidays, I like a beach – and luxury accommodation.
For travel, I like a destination with exquisite food, fine architecture and friendly people – and luxury accommodation.
Cheers Lesley! Luxury accommodation you say? I’m doing that soon!
I’ve been laughing my way through this post, and thinking back to my years and years of “travel”. Luckily, it was business travel, so I managed to do most of the worthy things and visit the exotic places with a purpose other than heavy-duty tourism! Mauritius used to be a day-trip destination for me from nearby Reunion, so my fruit intake was minimised. I must also be one of the few people to have visited the Seychelles no fewer than nine times, yet only on one occasion have I left the airport.
I do like a good holiday, though. One with sun, sea, sand, not much to do, and – if I’m honest – fruit!
Thanks! I used to do quite a bit of business travel. Not much of it all that good. You must have been in events?
Nope, I was in Duty-Free! 🙂
Cool! I love duty free!