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Sometimes I wonder what all this traveling is actually about. guide books and gringo trails. why do people buy plane tickets to far away lands and bring with them a chronicle of what everyone before them has done? then they return home and put their own chronicle on facebook. photo albums and tags. everyone is guilty. or most of us... of that I'm certain.
in our divine slaughter of sincerity and modesty... we have created an homage to the self-consciousness of the modern man/woman. discovery is no longer paramount. we do not set off onto the great open road because we have a lust for life that can only be quenched by drinking in more of it's nectar, but instead, in our every so important journey to become exactly like everyone else... never, ever to be left out of the club, we buy up guide books and we take journeys along roads that have already been pillaged by other self-serving bobo "adventurers", not doing a particularly good job of respecting the land or the culture.
in other words, fuck lonely planet. i'm dissatisfied with the way i/ we have been doing things.
in our divine slaughter of sincerity and modesty... we have created an homage to the self-consciousness of the modern man/woman. discovery is no longer paramount. we do not set off onto the great open road because we have a lust for life that can only be quenched by drinking in more of it's nectar, but instead, in our every so important journey to become exactly like everyone else... never, ever to be left out of the club, we buy up guide books and we take journeys along roads that have already been pillaged by other self-serving bobo "adventurers", not doing a particularly good job of respecting the land or the culture.
in other words, fuck lonely planet. i'm dissatisfied with the way i/ we have been doing things.