Now we travel more than ever. When my grandparents, general, or she reached the next village maximum or were forced to emigrate. They were few options I had the bulk of the people. If my generation started traveling "seriously" from thirty, which they have been coming even after they have done so long before. Exponentially, I would dare to say.
Sometimes when I ask my friends for their children, never fail to inform me that just arrived from an exotic beach or a secluded town that cost me find myself on a map. For years these trips were the culmination of the wedding of my parents-in time, used to be Mallorca; in mine, Canary or Madeira If the weather was good; later, a "resort" sudafricano-. Now, They have become required appointments at Christmas, Easter or a "break" month-which has begun to be called "post-tourism" -. Usually, They look for the best time of year to visit, fleeing monsoons in the tropics or extreme temperatures in the desert.
Today young tourists places I know, compulsive viajera, I have just limited to dream
«¿Qué tal tu hijo Alberto? How do the new job going?», wonder. «¡Muy bien! Sight, está pasando unos días en las Highlands», I respond. «¿No hace mucho frío ahora mismo en Scotland?», I dare ask again. «¡No, woman! They are in Papua New Guinea«, I answer surprised by my ignorance.
Ie, Today young tourists places I know, compulsive viajera, and my friends, travel professionals, only they have limited themselves to dream. I understood in rete any topic: I do not think it is and any location that are completely unknown to anyone, by little geography that people know.
Travel, for my generation and some later, It was and is a way of appropriating the world
Initially, I was surprised this traveling compulsion generations living glued to phones and other electronic gadgets; to the point of becoming, In the first case, an addiction that is already being addressed by the dangers. People, precisely, more accustomed to the apparent that the real.Después, It concluded that perhaps it was a passion tourist trying to escape from the apparent to know the "true reality". But, now I think I'm wrong, for I have projected onto others what maybe I needed to do.
Travel, for my generation and some later, It was and is a way of appropriating the world differently than they do their usual inhabitants. In fact, trip preparation took time and home were dating goals and beliefs determined that a trip "conscientiously" would soon break down. At least, in part. How many times have we said "this was not what I expected"! But not as criticism or disappointment, but from fascination and complacency. Always, clear, that this trip is lived as decisive. We recorded our reflections, esbozábamos some other image, we took note of what we thought was remarkable and we decided, finally, we had advanced another step on our path to knowledge and, therefore, to maturity.
Today, instead, No one seems disturbed by a trip to take you to the antipodes of the world
Today, instead, No one seems disturbed by a trip to take you to the antipodes of the world for a period of fifteen days. In any case, They complain about the nuisances that come with jet lag or transit of twenty-four hours some airports in the world. So, it is almost impossible to extract from them any comments or emotion related to that kind of "enlightenment" that, come one time or another, We invade us who adore traveling, so would almost pressing.
I can not help thinking that perhaps this lack of viajera "inspiration" is due to the invasion of the gimmicky in the field of reality. Perhaps the virtual world has definitely appropriated the planet and "kissing" the floor before we considered sacred territory no longer has any meaning for them today.
Possibly this lack of viajera "inspiration" is due to the virtual world has definitely appropriated the planet
This idea came into my head when I saw how my city seized tourists. So, I no central neighborhoods are quite strange today because of its current appearance. And this could apply to other cities in my country. For there is a growing obsession seem to unimagined places, those driven by the media, either retales, either completely reconstructed.
This increasing obstinacy to look like the imaginary image manufactured by the media foreshadows a first negative consequence for the kind of traveling where I consider including, as it shows the virtual and reality hidden from us. The first time it happened to me in Hungary, when he was part of the Soviet Union. Upon arrival at the capital he informed me that he could not visit neighborhoods. Subsequently, in Prague, when already part of a "free" nation. I felt I had entered a fairy tale disneylandés. Paradoxically, when I visited a couple of years Gabon, the sister of a minister of the country led me to the leprosarium of Albert Schweitzer Lambaréné. He had become a hospital "toy" that left no glimpse who had frequented. But, I got many obstacles in the most miserable visiting areas-and a very rich country had-. Touristically was very wrong I knew them.
Albert Schweitzer leprosarium in Lambaréné, Gabon, He had become a hospital "toy"
I have even encountered cases even more surreal: visit a desert where they have "re-erected" a monument disappeared, but that a film had become fashionable. Lawrence de Arabia an example would be. Those responsible for such foolishness considered essential to re-liven.
And all the digressions for me expressed in this document in Word lead me to another: the disappearance in places that I loved what I made them even more loved. The street of an ancient Jewish quarter in which even perceived the people who lived and where today there is itself open -Door, too- door tourist shops; or the tavern where we met to change the world when the dictatorship, converted into Irish pub.
In the places I've loved it has disappeared that which made me even more beloved
The same could be said of those neighborhoods where life-or fragments passed all entirely of literary figures who enjoy. In many cases, they have become "literary tours" ... "turistizadas". They have even acquired a similar air between them. I seemed to sense where they rode Joyce in Dublin and to Ginsberg in New York. It's the same thing happened at the time in those mammoth malls that invade the planet, which they are all equal to themselves.
This could also be applied to the way some iconic buildings have been or are being restored. They have gotten dangerously starting to resemble each other.
I fear that the current tourism has lost interest in the world "real"
I hope this my intuition does not also attack the flora and fauna of different continents. I would really scare me if one day I meet with tropical flora on the tops of Tirol or wildlife park Kruger at the gates of the European Parliament.
I fear that the current tourism has lost interest in the world "real" and attract only that which has the greatest resemblance to what previously visited, or eaten, or drunk ... -. If the matter continues, my only consolation will be that, when you reach old age, I'll spend less traumatically watching television or a movie screen, seeing what would have been a terrible disappointment to me "in the presence".
