The End of Travel

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August 7th 2014
Published: August 7th 2014
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Travel - especially your first go of it - fills the mind with so many new concepts, new ways of thinking, feeling and experiencing. The images and thoughts, these are not things that can be transferred to others, for they are born of our own unique experiences and perceptions. Many of the things we experience while traveling stick with us much longer than others, which simply fade with time. Sadly, with all of the life-changing experiences and memories, I must reflect quite somberly that one of the most stark impressions I have been left with is that travel - as I have had a short opportunity to realize it - may be coming to an end. Not dying a slow and subtle death, but a sudden shock-wave which becomes so overwhelming that it is already too late before we are scarce able to muster a final fleeting grasp. And this wave is not just a threat to travel, it is a microcosom of things to come in a world where we are constantly and systematically conditioned to strive for comfort, prestige and material gain, often at the expense of others - A system that leads us all to blindly and unconsciously
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When the package tours ran us out of Bayon, I had not yet conceived of this blog. I only have a few random pictures documenting the chaos.
encroach upon one another, nature and the world itself. It is no secret that a person born fifty-years ago was born into a world with half as many people, but we scarce allow ourselves time to contemplate this fact.

In 1977 when the owner of the Cave Lodge in Sappong, North Thailand first came to visit the Land of Smiles from Australia, he went to Nai Harn Beach on Phuket. In that not too distant world, Nai Harn contained but a single shack, a retired police captain and his wife, who allowed him to stay with them and smoke locally grown ganja in a hammock while the wife prepared fresh fruit and homemade curries. Fast-forward to 2014 and Nai Harn beach has exploded with luxury resorts, overpriced and inauthentic restaurants, signs in Russian and English and topless European women- ignorant or simply uncaring as to the great offense their spectacle pays to Thai culture. And here I am speaking of perhaps the most undeveloped and pristine of the beaches in the entire south-west portion of Phuket. And then there is Doi Mae Salong, on our first trip we were enamored with the beautiful foggy mornings, sprawling tea-plantations and timeless feel of the mountain-top single-road town. When we arrived back only a year later something had changed - the vans had come. Tara and I sat outside of the small market sipping tea with a local artist when suddenly a tour van approached, and then another and another, totaling six vans. As soon as they had parked the Chinese package tourists descended on the market, with cameras in tow - the number of people at the market had increased four fold and there was a great deal of camera snapping, shouting and rushing about. The population of largely Yunnanese Chinese and minority ethnic (hill tribe) groups seemed a bit overwhelmed by the entire situation - there didn't even seem to be a long enough pause in the commotion for them to stop someone and make a sales pitch. Within what I will assume was 15 - 20 minutes the people were quickly herded back into the vans and they were gone, just as quickly as they had come. Once again the market fell back to it's sleepy way of life, until a second fleet of vans roared through an hour or so later. So I can't claim what I saw
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Early on, we seemed to be the only visitors.
on the roof of Prasat Bayon was a total surprise, and still I can't to this day shake the feeling of impending doom that I felt that day - both for the future of travel and the future of humanity.

I come from the original land of bad behaving tourists. It is no secret that in the post-war period many Americans with extra cash in their pockets but no real education about the world - it's people or it's culture descended on the world from the Great Wall to the Ancient Pyramids. The image of the 'Ugly American' was forged in these early years and many of our foreign policy endeavors and proclamations of exceptionalism have not done much to repair the image. We were followed by the camera toting Japanese in the 1980s and plenty of inconsiderate European, Australian and Russian guests who have burst onto the scene in many developing countries. And then there is the greatest threat to the future of travel... and since there has already been much ado in the press about the bad behavior of Chinese package tourists - leading to condemnation even from their own government ministers, it would be foolish to suggest these newcomers on the international stage have some unique and inherent character flaws which their predecessors did not. Many of these people are from rural areas where access to education is limited, let alone a global education that might instruct one on proper conduct in a vast array of international cultures in a 21st century world. Just like many of us who get a dollar in our pocket - they want to see the world, however the language barrier and inability to organize trips on their own has driven these people into the jaws of the predatory package tour companies who operate on a strict profit motive without the slightest regard for their guests, let alone other travelers or the people upon whom their clients will be unleashed.

We approached Bayon in the early morning hours of our second day at Angkor. As it was suggested that this site is usually next in line after the morning rush to see the sunrise, we decided to head straight there as the sun rose and we were not disappointed. The sky had only just changed from pink to a light blue as the haunting stone faces began to appear in the distance. As we parked our bikes the imposing structure appeared as if it might once have housed an entire city of residence in all of their domestic, commercial and spiritual endeavors. We walked in through the main gates and wound our way around through various stone hallways and chambers, many of which emerged into open-air courtyards where the magnificent stone faces stood like giants looking out toward the horizon. Around the corners were small rooms with stone Buddha images, offerings of flowers and burning candles - the scent of incense wafting through the air. Splendid rays of sunlight beamed through the windowless frames giving the chambers an otherworldly aura. The silence was penetrating like that of a deep forest, with the occasional birdsong greeting us through the open-air windows. We meandered about the halls in this way for quite sometime - we weren't really sure where we were going or what we were doing, but we eventually found our way onto the rooftop. Outside the sun was quickly heating up and we came across a great deal more visitors, but we were surprised by the noise we were hearing - where from? There were visitors in all directions but
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Consider yourself lucky there are no audio files!
none of them seemed to be shouting, so what was the roar - the specters of ancient Angkor rising from the depths of the great stone chambers below?

We didn't have to wait long to find out the answer - a man with a color-coded neon hat and flag emerged from one of the stairwells, and soon our immediate vicinity had been overrun by a group of package tourists in matching uniforms. The things I will never forget is the shouting, the shoving and the photographing. The small signs enticing visitors to keep quiet on the sacred grounds trembled against the terrible wave of humanity as first one, and then several mega-buses full of package tourists descended on the sight. Perhaps it was simply the contrast from the perfect, quiet and sacred mornings we had experienced thus far, but the departure was too much for me to bear. I looked around in futility for someone who might ask them to relax, inform them that this is an ancient spiritual and sacred place - how would they like the shrines of their ancestors descecrated in such a way? In the midst of the chaos my attention was brought up to a stone slab where a group of grown women were shouting at the top of their lungs - they had climbed a top in florescent sombreros and where shreaking for someone to document their idiotic behavior on film. After the third or fourth shove and a group who nearly put Tara on the ground in an attempt to get a photo from where she was standing we left in disgust. All the peace in my heart had vanished - I actually contemplated shoving them back as we made our way through the cacophony. As we descended a staircase down the side I looked out toward the front causeway where six additional tour groups of close to 70 people each had congregated before the site. They were identifyable by their color-coded uniforms and were being herded about by men with whistles and flags. We put our heads down as we walked past them and tried to pretend our spirits hadn't been run into the ground. We walked past the overflowing trashbins where monkeys fought one another for half-empty soda bottles, and then across the road lines with the towering tour busses. We unlocked our bicycles and took one last look before peddling along on our way.

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7th August 2014

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8th August 2014

I appreciate that Gina, is there actually a specific contest you know of or is that just a compliment... either way thank you! One thing I've learned from this website though is that there are A LOT of talented bloggers... glad to hear you are still following along :)
7th August 2014

How sad...
I guess I should withdraw my nomination of Angkor Wat as 8th "New" Wonder of the World.
8th August 2014

Its a shame because at other points we had nothing but the most beautiful and memorable times... I also didn't mention the tour groups that had hired out about 80 tuk tuks and were just traveling around in a convoy as far as the eye could see.
8th August 2014

GREAT entry!
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this! And while I agree with everything u wrote there is a flip side which is even though we respect sites like this and put forth respect or honor, These sites are in the business of making money so these tour buses are full of higher paying tour guided flunkies that will no doubt buy many things us backpacking folk wouldn't...I.E. Mexican Sombreros in Cambodia etc etc. It's totally a shame, but I do think it's a necessary evil we as travelers unfortunately have to deal with as best we can. We ALL find certain places on this earth that while we wish would stay traditional and not sell out to mega hotels and be packed to the gills everyday..we LOVE to blog about..letting more and more people in on the secret...Catch 22....This blog reminds me so much of what Chichen Itza had become....Fuckin' light shows at night from the pyramid..droves and droves of tour buses and stupid tourists that are on a 5 day vacation with family and friends and don't respect the place as we do or see it as we do...
12th August 2014

Thank you Greg, you totally hit the point that I forgot to mention, the $ is always the lowest common denominator and brings out the lowest in everyone. It does seem like some places though (Singapore, S. Korea, Hong Kong) are starting to realize that the extra money isn't worth the hell it puts the local people through. Then again, in a place like Cambodia how can you expect people to go against their own financial interests, but that itself brings up an interesting point. Who is more likely to go eat at the roadside stand, buy a cheap bottle of whisky from a tiny shop, stay in a small family guesthouse or rent a motorbike and go give business to a small market on the outskirts of town? Sure the Coach purse stores mega-hotel conglomerates and Duty Free supercenters may benefit from this type of tourism, but what about the people a step or two down the ladder? Really appreciate your perspective and very bummed to hear about Chichen Itza - I wonder how many other places are on the verge of ruin...
8th August 2014

From heaven to hell
How fantastic that you'd learned that Bayon was the hordes' second stop, so you could have that early morning, magical experience! I don't know if there's a high season for Chinese package tourists or for Thailand, but I generally avoid popular places in the high season. I'd rather deal with inclement weather than with tourist masses. I recently read that in 10 years, 75% of urban Chinese will have enough money to travel--yikes! I appreciated your historical reflections on tourism. Happy travels!
12th August 2014

Thank you so much Tara - that is a seriously frightening thing to consider. I am 100% with you on going in the low season if it means avoiding the masses, even if the area is in the midst of blistering heat or tropical monsoon. It also seems like the best people I meet are always the people in the low season, maybe it's just because everyone is going at a slower pace and you really get to slow down and enjoy the company. Great to hear from you
9th August 2014

Your words of observation are wisdom. It is sad when travelers are tourist and don't respect the places they have been lucky enough to visit. Reading your blog made me sad. I think some how we need to teach people about respect. Clearly it is not common sense.
12th August 2014

Dave and Merry Jo, thanks so much for reading. It really is a sad thing, I have been having a hard time writing since this experience, it really made me question a lot of things about myself and travel in general - like maybe I am a part of the same problem as these people. I felt disillusioned, but all we can do is go out there and do the best we can to at the very least cause as little harm as possible. I think getting past this blog is going to help me get back to feeling passionate about finishing my stories again. Thank you for your comments!
12th August 2014

a pleasure..
I just can't wait to get there and explore on my own in a couple weeks!! The pics look amazing and again, Love the blog! The best ancient ruins I have been to so far has been Palenque we'll see how Angkor stacks up!

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