I want to see the World.
Airplanes are naughty, energy guzzling travel-crafts.
Toured environments can't help but be trampled; I can't escape the weight of my gluttonous corpse.
(but they're so beautiful and interesting--totally asking for it)
Locational dabbling is my [only?] anti-depressant.
Am I a cannibal survivalist??
Ouch.
I don't want to be the aforementioned 'a culture'. Sadly, I've escaped to the above tourist destination--invaded and extracted pleasure.
Morally responsible travel tips, anyone?
So, thanks again academia for the guilt smear upon my stress writing. Happy Monday.
Airplanes are naughty, energy guzzling travel-crafts.
Toured environments can't help but be trampled; I can't escape the weight of my gluttonous corpse.
(but they're so beautiful and interesting--totally asking for it)
Locational dabbling is my [only?] anti-depressant.
Am I a cannibal survivalist??
Why these thoughts today? Monster-academic-papers always trigger something, but this time paper-monster had helpers.
First there was that blood-orange (Blodapelsin)--So violent, so graphic. (see photos)
Then came this sharp spanking:
"Modern Mass Tourism is an invasion by…a materialist culture. It is a culture of economic subjugation; a culture of exploitation; a culture of vandalising the earth and environment; a culture of racist arrogance; a culture of leisure, pleasure, hedonism and escape." (JGF statement of intent, Ecoforum 1995: 244, found in Paul Routledge's 2001 Selling the rain p.231).
Ouch.
I don't want to be the aforementioned 'a culture'. Sadly, I've escaped to the above tourist destination--invaded and extracted pleasure.
Morally responsible travel tips, anyone?
So, thanks again academia for the guilt smear upon my stress writing. Happy Monday.
"stab."
"gape."
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