Why We Hate Travel Bloggers
It's important to remember that these people aren’t only travel bloggers, they're marketers. So, please, tell me when was the last time that profession hasn't simply fabricated or exaggerated the benefits of what they're selling?
We can’t tell you how many people we’ve met while travelling who tell us that they blatantly despise travel bloggers. Different types of people from places all around the world. Usually, they’re travellers or expats who believe that the travel blogging industry as a whole has really messed up their favourite places. Through these chats and through some observations of our own, we've come up with a list of the reasons why people hate travel bloggers.
THEY'RE SELLING YOU A PYRAMID SCHEME.
The travel blogging industry is one big pyramid scheme. Kind of like those motivational speakers and self-help gurus who make a shit ton of money off of people who need to be told what to do and how to do it. Travel bloggers easily sell their readers on the outrageous (and outdated) idea that "you can do it too". The truth is, they're well aware that you probably can’t or won’t. In the meantime though, you’ll buy their ebook so you can get a glimpse into the big "blogging secret" (Spoiler: there isn’t one. It’s usually just regurgitated BS of what all the other travel bloggers have already written). At the end of the day, we all just want to feel like we belong and they know it. So, they work their magic by selling you the idea that you’ll be welcomed into the blogging world with open arms. If you buy their ebooks and online courses, as well as attend their overpriced travel conventions… you too will get a chance to be friends with all the top travel gurus! Maybe they’ll even let you sit at their table for lunch.
THEY'RE LUCKY, NOT NECESSARILY TALENTED.
Truth is, many of the travel bloggers dominating the industry today are really fortunate they started back when they did. The industry wasn't as saturated and competitive like it has become today. They pretty much came up with a cute travel-related name, a broad niche, and started blogging when it was something "new". Before it was super trendy and everyone else with a laptop and iPhone called themselves bloggers. They're considered “pioneers”, while today you’re just another selfie-crazed, narcissist. Not to mention the fact that travel bloggers write with such a basic lack of grammar. Sorry, truth hurts and so does our brain every single time we try to get through one of your fifth-grade level articles. Last, but certainly not least, is that so many of bloggers conduct themselves unprofessionally. We've spoken to so many businesses in the last few years who feel like they got sold on the social media audience count of a blogger. Meanwhile, their brand was not represented in a way that defined their vision honestly and effectively.
THEY'RE INAUTHENTIC.
How many times can you describe everything as "totally amazing" or "so beautiful"? What about the things that completely SUCK about being a digital nomad and backpacking your way through places that people would sell their souls to escape? Why do they refuse to take a stance and act wishy-washy over important topics that demand a clear position? To be honest, I think it’s pretty obvious why. I mean, how could they sell you their ebook and courses if they were actually being real about all of the disadvantages that comes along with being in the industry? They're so cheesy. They’re always grinning from ear to ear, giving thumbs up signs, and posting pics of "doing hard work" on their laptops while sitting on a pristine beach. They start most of their posts with "our amazing readers, we couldn't have done this without you." So, they’re either constantly wearing rose-coloured glasses, ignorant of the issues real people face in the real world, and complete dorks…. or, they’re just faking it. You decide, but we think it's more of the latter.
THEY'RE SELL OUTS.
Not only are they selling you their products, but they're constantly trying to convince you that all of the products they do reviews for are worthy of your purchase. I mean, they “only do honest reviews…things they have tried and would sincerely recommend”. They only do sponsored posts for places or products that they truly "believe in". So, what do you think? Do they really really love a bunch of stuff that they just so happened to be paid really really generously to review? Hmmm. It's important to remember that these people are not only travel bloggers, but they're marketers! So, please, you guys tell me when was the last time this profession hasn't simply fabricated, or at the very least exaggerated, the benefits of the product they’re trying to sell you. Sell your soul. Make some money. Hello, Capitalism!
THEY LACK ORIGINALITY.
Let's get real. Every single travel blog niche has already been covered a million times over. These bloggers just keep writing a regurgitation of articles that are the same as the dozens that came before. The top ten things to do or see in said place. Ten reasons to start a travel couple blog. I'll give credit to a few bloggers who aren’t just copycats, but most travel bloggers don't personalize their stories. Probably ‘cause they don’t even know who they are. They’re just following the latest craze and capitalizing off of it. They write about what they know will get them the SEO hits and then re-post the same articles all over their social media pages time and time again. They easily build upon their viewership from the success they've already had, rather than reaching beyond their comfort zone and offering readers something original. Come on, Mary, it’s time to herd those sheep.
THEY'RE SELF PROCLAIMED EXPERTS.
They consider themselves "experts" on people and places, even when they haven't spent a substantial amount of time there. A few days in Laos? Omg, totally going to share my top twenty-seven things to do! A week in Bali? Time to tell you guys all the secret spots that people who’ve lived here for years couldn’t possibly already know about. One of the best example that comes to mind is an article that is still one of the top hits on google when searching about travel in Vietnam. One of the leading “pioneers” in the industry wrote a shallow and disparaging article on his experience in the country. He was there for a few weeks and visited about three locations in the northern to central part of Vietnam. It was a bunch of BS from someone who didn't understand the culture and allowed a few bad experiences to shape his views on the country as a whole. The negative impact on tourism that occurred as a result was completely unfair and not representative. Another know-it-all who doesn’t know shit.
THEY'RE SOCIAL MEDIA GAMESTERS.
Follow. Unfollow. Follow Again. Wait for it….Unfollow Again. Buy followers. Buy likes. Buy comments. You get my drift? When we were starting out, I compiled a list of about a hundred different travel bloggers who would use these social media methods to gain followers, without actually ever having to engage with their audience. Social media is a game to them. And like we said before, they're marketers before anything else. Their end goal with these channels is always "more followers" and "more likes" so that they can get contracts and invites based solely on the size of their social media audience. As if Instagram wasn’t phoney enough already, here come the travel bloggers, ready to rock this game best.
WE’RE JEALOUS.
Time for some bitter truth. You. Me. Us. We're all a bit envious of travel bloggers and the life they have managed to build for themselves. Whether or not we feel like it's deserved, these idiots found a way to live a life full of freedom that we all wish we had too. With the tiniest bit of work, they are invited to luxurious places and resorts. They make enough money to sustain their lifestyle as full-time globetrotters. Even if their Instagram-worthy lives are fabricated or exaggerated, they found a way to market it brilliantly. We'd be lying if we didn't admit that we are just jealous we can't (or refuse) to do the same. You know what they say, haters gonna hate.
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Southeast Asia: The Necessities List
To help out those seeking some tips from two people who've figured it out along the way, we've compiled a list of our travel essentials. These are things we have brought with us through each adventures through the region.
The region of Southeast Asia has many shared characteristics that resonate with all of us who have backpacked through the diverse landscapes of each and every country. To help out those seeking some tips from two people who've figured it out along the way, we've compiled a list of our travel essentials. These are things we have brought with us through each adventure through the region.
Keep in mind, deciding what to bring or wear on extended trips like ours will probably be one of your biggest challenges. So, we'd advise you to take the extra time planning it out. Also, the sooner you come to the realization that you're brining too much, the better…for everyone.
CLOTHING
RUNNING SHOES + SPORT SOCKS
WATERPROOF HIKERS
QUICK-DRY SPORT CLOTHING
RAIN JACKETS WITH POCKETS
FLIP-FLOPS FOR EVERYDAY
LITE-WEIGHT SHIRTS, DRESSES, SHORTS
SWIMSUITS + TUNICS
SHAWLS FOR TEMPLES
MEDICINE
DUKORAL MIX DRINK
HEPATITIS A SHOTS
TETANUS SHOTS
RABIES SHOTS
JAPANESE ENCEPHALITIS SHOTS
TYPHOID SHOTS
EMERGENCY ANTIBIOTICS
MALARIA STAND-BY MEDICATION
OTC: IBUPROFEN, ACETAMINOPHEN, GRAVOL, IMODIUM, ALLEGRA
FIRST-AID: HYDROGEN PEROXIDE, BANDAGES, ANTIBIOTIC CREAM
SPF SUBLOCK + CREAMS
DEET BUGSPRAY
GEAR
GREGORY BACKPACKS (OSPREY IS A GREAT BRAND TOO)
LIGHT PACKING CUBES
DRY BAGS
CLOTHESLINE (OR TWO)
MONEY BELT
HEADLAMPS
SLEEPING MASK + EARPLUGS
NECK PILLOW + WARM WRAP/SCARF FOR PLANE RIDES
PBA FREE WATER BOTTLE (COLLAPSABLE WORK GREAT)
LIGHT YOGA MAT + AIR CHAIR
Photo Essay - Angkor
From sunrise to sunset, we've compiled a timeline list of our favourite sites that will take you to each temple according to the best time of day for a visit. This means less people and more opportunity to get those beautiful Angkor captures.
kingdom of the past.
Cambodia's Siem Reap is home to one of the most important archaeological sites in all of Southeast Asia. Stretching over a large area, the Angkor Park contains the remains of the Khmer Empire. This consists of various temples, hydraulic structures, as well as communication routes from the 9th to 15th century. It's one of the most visited sites in this part of the world. As beautiful as the Angkor complex is, it's also a "bit" expansive, a "touch" crowded, and a "tad" overwhelming. Thus, we've developed this photo essay to guide you along the way during your visit. From sunrise to sunset, we've compiled a list of our favourite sites that will take you to each temple during the best time of day for a visit. This means less people and more opportunity to get those beautiful Angkor captures. Our honest recommendation, though? If time allows, do yourself a favour and get a multi-day pass instead of trying to cram it all in one. That isn't the best way to fully embrace an experience that's as special as Angkor. Enjoy the show!
SUNRISE
ANGKOR WAT POND
AFTER SUNRISE
TA Prohm #1
TA Prohm #2
TA Prohm #3
LATE MORNING-NOON
ANGKOR THOM
BAYON TEMPLE
AFTER LUNCH-afternoon
BANTeAY SRei
Preah Khan Temple
late AFTERNOON-evening
ANGKOR wat EXPLORATION
MONK SHOTS
evening
Siem Reap
7 reasons to pick Kuta over Ubud
Ubud is pretty much our favourite place ever. I do pride myself on being open minded though, so here's my best attempt. There might still be a small, tiny even, benefit from staying in what is the most populated tourist area of Bali.
The title of this blog makes me cringe.
Anyone who knows me, knows full well that I try to stay clear of places like Kuta. We've labelled that entire beach and resort area, "the armpit of Bali”. But hey, if you’re in your twenties and you feel like chugging back a substantial amount alcohol while listening to drunk Aussie calls for a taxi “meeedaaa" . . . well, to each their own. Not my style though. So, when we're back in Bali, we gravitate towards Ubud. Yeah, it's pretty quiet. For some, maybe even dull. But, If you’re not there to party, it's a special place. The Balinese culture, which has all but disappeared from the over-developed south, has somehow remained completely intact around Ubud. Combine that with less humidity, fields of endless rice paddies, and lots of amazing eateries . . . yeah, it's pretty much our favourite place ever. I do pride myself on being open minded though, so here's my best attempt. There might still be a small, tiny even, benefit from staying in what is the most populated tourist area of Bali.
Hangouts + nightlife.
Countless beach bars are spread across the beaches of the Kuta area. Throughout the day, you have endless options of chill hangout spots. Really cool places that make it super easy to detach from reality and slip into immediate vacay mode . . . with a margarita on the side. The liveliness of Kuta means that you'll rarely be bored. The mentality of "you'll sleep when you're dead" reigns supreme here. Partying starts in the middle of the afternoon and continues to the next morning. Kuta's nightlife game is ON POINT. Meanwhile, Ubud is . . . well, it caters primarily to couples, families, and people who aren't into the "Spring Break in Bali" bit. If that's your thing though, Kuta's got you covered. In alcohol.
The Weather.
Unless you’re one of those (weird) people who prefer unpredictable weather with sporadic precipitation, well then Ubud loses this battle by a long shot. Rainy season? Pfft. Sunny skies more like it! Every single time we're in Kuta, the weather is just damn near perfect. Which makes sense, since Ubud is surrounded by lush jungles and located on higher elevation. If you’re looking to score that golden bronze tan though, your best bet is to head to the tanning capital of Bali.
The sidewalks.
I love Ubud. But, one of the worst things about the place is the horrendous condition of every single walking path. Scooters rule, pedestrians drool. The sidewalks are usually corroded, torn, or under construction for the next hundred years. You have to be an extremely alert walker at all times. Take a step? Make sure to look down first! Just don't ever forget to look up too before a speeding scooter takes you out. Not really the most "relaxing" experience, huh?
The insanely beautiful, indoor, air-conditioned eateries.
Because sometimes you just really want to sit in an icebox with a cold drink and not sweat profusely while you eat your meal. Currently, Ubud has only a handful of eateries or cafes with indoor, air-conditioned rooms or seating. Sure, many of the restaurants are beautifully decorated and the overall ambiance is uber romantic, but who really cares when it's still hot as hell. I am happy to say that the ever-so-popular Milk & Madu eatery from Canggu just recently opened up near Ubud's palace. Indoors. Air-conditioned. Central. Score!
Shopping.
When it comes to shopping, Ubud can't compete with the endless options in and around Kuta. Sure, you’ll find many of the same boutiques scattered all over Hanoman and Monkey Forest, but they’re usually small and they carry 50% less than their southern counterparts. The selection is incomparable, not to mention that the prices are substantially higher! Seminyak, in particular, has the best selection of boutiques, often offering huge sales and even nearby designer outlets. All in all, shoppers in Bali should head south to fill up that extra suitcase.
The Beach
It’s not that the beach is super nice in Kuta. Sorry to burst your bubble, it’s really not. (Psst, head to Uluwatu, Green Bowl, or White Sand Beach for Bali’s best). Rather than the quality per se, it’s the simple fact that Kuta has a beach at all. Ubud is, at the very least, 45 minutes from the nearest one. If you’re a surfer, diver, snorkler, or just a beach bum, that factor alone makes Kuta your pick over Ubud. The good news about Ubud is that you can always find an amazing hotel or villa with a salt water pool, or even head to Jungle Fish for an ultimate “no beach, beach resort” experience.
The Taxis.
Blue bird makes things SO MUCH EASIER. In the Kuta area, those taxis are everywhere. You'll know by the constant honking to get your attention. They also run on meters, which means you won't have to bargain back and forth before you even get in. Since Ubud is a "no taxi zone", you're forced to walk down hazardous pathways while ten Balinese men simultaneously shout "taxi?!", or simply hold up a cheeky sign reading, "I'm cheap, I swear!". You're left to rely on private vehicle drivers who make up their own rates depending on their mood and then tell you to walk a few hundred metres to their overheated parked van. I'm not lazy, nor am I trying to be difficult, but that dreaded place, Kuta, wins yet again. Blue bird is the word, Ubud. Get on that.
That's it. It's all right there. I guess an armpit is still useful, no matter how stinky it can get. Have you ever been to Kuta? What about Ubud? Is there a place that's a tourist hotspot, but you just don't get the attraction? Let us know in the comments below!
Travel Helped My Anxiety
But maybe, it was all the beauty that I finally had time to notice all around me. The light and satisfaction that exists in every possible moment, as long as you're aware and open to receive it. I feel like I have become more humble.
Travelling through Southeast Asia has soothed my anxiety.
As I grew older, my anxiousness grew stronger. It started to impact my daily thoughts, my actions, and then, naturally, the decisions I made along the way. Now, I know you’re asking yourself how on earth this heavily populated and hectic part of the world could have eased my anxiety. It does seem pretty ironic to make this claim. I mean, just taking into account the sheer amount of traffic, the lack of schedules, and all of the unknowns that come with travelling through a foreign country. But maybe, just maybe, this is exactly what I needed. Travelling through Southeast Asia has forced me to let go of my imagined order of how things "should be".
Before we set off for our backpacking adventure in 2015, I was accustomed to organization, reliability, and schedules. An orderly routine made me feel like I had some control over my life, whereas my anxiety made me feel the exact opposite. Anyone who has ever experienced this knows exactly how it looks and feels. It's like there's always some looming uncertainty and doom taking complete control over your thoughts. You constantly feel like there's something you should be doing that you're not. Trying to make a simple decision seems like an impossible feat. You construct these unachievable standards for yourself. Always comparing yourself and continuously losing. You begin to alienate yourself from people close to you who try to help. Overanalyzing and dissecting every single thing anyone does or says. You shut yourself off from the world and build an internal wall that often feels indestructible to others. Hoping that you'll experience some relief, you barricade yourself in your guilt, doubt, and worry. The truth is, you never really do. Everything is intensified. Nothing is adequate. You're fragile, lonely, and confused every step of the way. Anxiety isn't logical. Most of the time, it's hard to explain and doesn't really make any sense. Not that these truths make it feel any less real.
In the last two years, I came face to face with everything I just described. Everything here feels uncertain. Decisions are often made for me on the spot. So many things are constantly and completely out of my control. Schedules? They're unpredictable. Plans often change or are outright cancelled. My clothes are always wrinkled, no matter how much effort I put into folding or rolling them. Some of my stuff never even returns from the laundry service. Believe it or not, this would've brought me to tears a couple of years ago. Makeup? Forget it. The stuff sweats off of your face the moment you step outside. Besides, most people around me don't bother either, which makes me feel that much more comfortable. Back home, overcrowded places that slowed me down made me feel restricted and drove me nuts. When we first arrived here, I was instantly overwhelmed by the sheer number of people. Over time though, I have realized that this has given me the opportunity to meet so many welcoming, friendly, accepting, and genuine people along the way. Their energy has been contagious for me. Their focus on spirituality, family, and good food, has enriched my understanding of life on this earth. I've come across many people who own very little, yet they are simply grateful and happy nonetheless. This made me realize how small most of my problems really were. It also made me realize that the pressures, the expectations, the accumulation, and the constant consumerism back home were only strengthening my anxiety.
Travelling through Southeast Asia has soothed my anxiety.
It was here that I truly learned the meaning of the words “let it go”. Maybe it has something to do with checking out of the traditional routine. The one we are all indoctrinated into and then socialized to follow like sheep back home. Maybe the chaotic nature of this region was just too much for me to try and compete. Maybe it was something as simple as owning only what I could carry. But maybe, it was all the beauty that I finally had time to notice all around me. The light and satisfaction that exists in every possible moment, as long as you're aware and open to receive it. I feel like I have become more humble. More grateful. More mindful. More aware. More peaceful and content. Although I might always live with anxiety, I am surrounded by people, places, and things that make it feel just a little bit easier.
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Eruption Imminent
Please, #firstworldproblems. The media loves to sensationalize current events in order to sell you their products. They neglect the impact of doing so when there is in actuality very little threat to tourists and travellers coming to Bali.
I have been in Bali now for the past six weeks and when we visit here it always feels like home. The people are welcoming and friendly, the climate is warm and comfortable, the scenery is breathtakingly beautiful. Over two weeks ago, the threat of Mount Agung erupting began to rise and media jumped on the story in a hurry, always referencing that it was some seventy kilometres from the tourist hotspot of Kuta. This tends to be the focus of the media; what an impact it's going to have on tourists and their travel plans during the school break in Australia. Should they cancel their trip? Hurry! Buy travel insurance to protect yourself from flight cancelations. Of course, that’s always a good idea, but is that REALLY what the focus should be?
Kuta, the armpit of Bali in my opinion, is nowhere near any “threat of life”. The only thing tourists tend to think about is themselves and how it’s going to impact their precious tanning time. Please, #firstworldproblems. The media loves to sensationalize current events in order to sell you their products. They neglect the impact of doing so when there is in actuality very little threat to tourists and travellers coming to Bali. I don’t doubt the scientists' predictions. They have been observing these events collectively for decades and all of the predictions, for the most part, have come true. Just look at what we have seen recently. Hurricanes completely devastating the Caribbean Islands and the southern United States. Three separate earthquakes killing hundreds in Mexico. The largest typhoon on record in Vietnam. The flooding in the Himalayas. And now, the threat of an eruption from a sleeping giant that hasn’t popped off in over 50 years. Am I hinting enough at the issue here?
Cue the scientists in unison; climate change, anyone?
No, no, there’s still not enough proof, according to the disgrace in the White House. Look, I am utterly against organized religion but whatever “God” you believe in, I think we can all agree that Mother Nature is sending us a clear message. She’s had enough and is fighting back. Hard. Now with that being said, I am getting a little bit off the topic of my initial rant, so let me get back to the utter threat of impending doom to tourists in Bali.
Absolutely ZERO threat. Do you know why? When the Indonesian government first raised the alert, they suspended all trekking to Mount Agung. Placing tourists, adventurists, climbers, and thrill seekers ahead of their own people in terms of priority. Before any evacuations began, they wanted to make sure the tourists were safe. The last time Mount Agung erupted, it killed more than a thousand people and lava flowed about nine kilometers down the mountain. This time, the government set up an exclusion perimeter of roughly twelve kilometres just to be safe. Where is Kuta? Oh yeah, I said that already. SEVENTY KILOMETRES AWAY. Don’t get me wrong, when I first heard the news I was in a bit of a panic myself. I was born in Toronto and I have never been exposed to any kind of major natural disaster. Ever. So, it was kind of a big deal for me. I still don’t know what to expect.
However, as the days went on, I witnessed people go about their daily life. It's not like they had any alternative. I listened to the thoughts of the Balinese, whose first concern was the impact the negative publicity would have on tourism for the island. Seriously, that’s what they are worried about. Their livelihood depends on it. Most of the development in Bali has been for the pleasure and comfort of tourists and travellers like me. I read the media reports and watched Youtube videos, looking for any evidence as to when it was going to happen. My immediate concern was what if it’s going to be worse than they say it is? Should we leave Bali? As I would think about this, I would see people going about their routines. Construction still boomed. Teenagers laughed in the streets. Children played together. Women made their way to temples, presenting offerings to the Gods. Life goes on. So fuck it, we stayed.
The reality is, even if Mount Agung doesn’t erupt, the damage to the industry has already been done in my eyes. Sure, people will still come here but there is already a noticeable decline. I read the other day that 30% of flights into Bali had been cancelled since the news broke about Mount Agung. It could just be for the short term, but quite possibly longer, depending on the severity of the eruption. In the end, the people who will suffer the most are those who were more or less neglected from the beginning. Passed over by the threat to the precious tourists. Farmers who had to leave their livestock behind. Families with children who had to leave the only home they ever knew just to be crammed into shelters like sardines with a lack of clean water and facilities.
This is the true threat of Mount Agung. This is the tragedy here. Now, go enjoy your cocktail on the beach while you flip through your mobile and read about the next natural disaster heading your way. The reality is that there will be something next week, next month, or next year, and it will be the worst thing imaginable. But don't worry. It won't impact you. You can just cancel your plans and go somewhere else or better yet, stay at home with all the comforts you've come to take for granted. Just remember: The people who always suffer tend to be the ones who are least responsible.
A Love Letter to Canada
Just know that even though I was so far away, I still tried to connect with you. I came back several times, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t that you changed. I changed. So many things happened to me abroad, experiences that I couldn’t get with you.
Oh, Canada…
After spending so many years with you, I felt that a break was in order. It wasn’t that you pushed me away, but rather that I wanted something different. Don’t feel bad, it wasn’t you. It was me. After travelling abroad for these last two years, I find myself reminiscing of the times we had together. I know I didn’t give you the appreciation you deserved, so I just wanted to take a moment to let you know how I truly feel.
I took for granted your cultural acceptance, your tolerant nature, your progressive values, your clean air, and getting lost in your expansive landscapes. It’s true what they say: “you don’t know what you’ve got, 'till it’s gone”. Fortunately, you are still there, but the metaphor resonates within me. Just know that even though I was so far away, I still tried to connect with you. I came back several times, but it just wasn’t the same. It wasn’t that you changed. I changed. So many things happened to me abroad, experiences that I couldn’t get with you. I’m sorry if that hurts, but it’s true.
With that being said, I miss the crisp, cold air that makes me cough when I first step outside on a calm winter morning. When I left, I thought that was something I would never miss but when it’s 30+ degrees every day, I tend to crave those moments when I can’t seem to stop the sweat from dripping into my eyes. When I am here, on the other side of the world, sometimes I feel like staying inside all day because I can’t seem to get a proper breath when I go outside. You may think I’m joking, but look up the air quality index for places like Bangkok, Hanoi, Saigon and Beijing. Don't get me wrong, these are beautiful, vibrant cities with a deep culture and an abundance of modernism blended together seamlessly. But yes, sometimes it's difficult to breath and that makes me miss you that much more.
I miss toonie Tuesdays at KFC. I miss the half chicken dinner at Swiss Chalet with extra chalet sauce. I miss a good A&W burger, with the best onion rings and of course, a root beer. Although I don't drink very often, I find myself wanting to grab a 2-4 and head north to go camping. Throw a few back by the fire, listening to the waves against the shores of a pristine lake. I miss your lakes. I often lived next to one with you. I mean, you’re Canada, you hold one fifth of the world’s freshwater lakes, so it would be hard not to put up base near one, eh? Sure, I still spend much of my time close to oceans, but I tend to be frantically looking around for jellyfish (or sharks! I know, I'm crazy) rather than enjoying a cool, peaceful swim. It’s not that I don’t love where I am now. I wouldn’t have based our business here if I didn’t. But this letter isn’t about me. It’s about you. You have something I can’t find anywhere else in the world. I may have discovered many excellent varieties of coffee, most notably in Vietnam. I’ll even bring you some, but still... nothing, simply nothing, beats a Tim Horton’s double double.
I miss going to a Raptors game and cheering on my favorite team. “We the North” clearly represents how I feel as a fan of my most beloved Toronto franchise. Being the only team from Canada causes those south of the border to look at us as outcasts and not worthy of the elite NBA status. Sure, they have fallen short of expectations, but what teams haven’t? Look at the Clippers, not to mention the Knicks. People fail to see that we’ve been a top 3 team in the East for the last four years. Who invented basketball in the first place? Oh yeah, a Canadian.
I grew up watching the Maple Leafs and whether you like hockey or not, it gives people something to talk about at work, other than work. The hockey bug never really bit me the way it did most Canadians, but it still amazes me how so many people can stay loyal to a team that had been so consistently bad over the years. The team is still one of the most successful franchises in the NHL, even during years when they were statistically one of the worst in the league. Maybe it’s just a credit to true sports fans, or maybe it’s more than that. I’ll never know. You may think I am getting off track but sports still has a lot to do with you and another one of the things that you have that’s not readily available to me since I left.
I feel like I left before I got the chance to really know you and I regret that. You may still have your problems, but you know what they are and I can see you working towards correcting them. Things may never be perfect, but I can now say that I’ve seen the alternatives. The facts speak for themselves, NOT the “alternative” ones. You combat terrorism with tolerance and inclusion. As a result, you are minimally affected by the same issues other countries are experiencing. You open your doors for those with nowhere to go, setting an example for the world, which couldn’t have made me prouder of you. Many people return to Canada after travelling abroad just to take advantage of your healthcare system. I don’t want to appear like I am using you, but don’t hold it against me if I do the same.
Ironically enough, we even named our business after one of your biggest staples, Maple Syrup. What I wouldn’t give for a stack of pancakes with Canadian maple syrup or rather my mother-in-laws french toast with a healthy portion of the sweet stuff. Our logo is partly derived from your national flag, of which I couldn’t be more proud. I made sure to mark my bag while I travel because I want you to know that I remember where I come from. You would be offended if you knew how many times people mistake me as coming from America. I put them in their place quickly and make sure to point out the differences. There is no need for you to get jealous, believe me. I still say sorry every time someone bumps into me or I bump into them. This is the Canadian way.
To be honest, I never gave you the credit you deserved. If it took me leaving to understand all that you have to offer, I would do it again in a heartbeat. I hope that I continue to make you proud while traveling abroad and hope that you’ll welcome me back with open arms. There’s a reason why your immigration website crashed when Trump got elected. There’s nowhere else in the world quite like you.
Until we meet again.
Affectionately yours,
Richard
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Vegetarian in Southeast Asia
But then I would just simply close my computer screen, forget about it, and continue to consume against my better judgement. I continued to do it because it was what I had always done. It was the path of least resistance.
Disclaimer: This article isn't meant to shame or judge anyone. It's really just a reflection of my own personal journey. These experiences are shaping who I am and the behaviours I exhibit, while simultaneously challenging me to accept the things I clearly cannot change. I am not trying to convert you or make you feel bad for not coming to the realization that I did almost two years ago. But, it would be really sweet if you did.
When I was around 14 years old, I told my mother that I wanted to become a vegetarian. I don't necessarily remember how I came to that realization, but I know it had something to do with the fact that I have always been an avid animal lover. So, my 14-year old self obviously saw some hypocrisy in proclaiming this love in the midst of me downing a piece of animal flesh. However, I was met with hesitation and a "My Big Fat Greek Wedding"-esq type of response, "Okay, but you still eat meat". I gave it up, since my mother was the one doing all the cooking and lunch preparations.
When I left home, I quickly came to the realization that my mother had spoiled me. I was often too lazy to put any real thought or care into what I was preparing for myself. To top it off, I started eating out A LOT and most of those choices were fast food. Ah, and then came the influence of social media. Everywhere you would look; the detoxes, juicing, organic, and vegan craze was infiltrating the online world and reaching out to me. It wasn't hard for me to see that the years of unhealthy eating had finally caught up to me (physically, emotionally, mentally). I was no longer a 20-something that felt invincible to the reality of fast, ready-made meals.
Over the years, I came into contact with people who re-introduced me to the concept of vegetarianism. I started reading countless articles and testimonials on the benefits of switching to an organic, plant-based lifestyle. To be honest, I knew that some of this was just the next "trend" or "fad" and the inauthenticity of this made me hesitant to fully commit. What did reach into my soul was the emotional side of the story. It was watching those youtube videos where they uncover the horrors of the meat industry and factory farming. You know, the ones where animals are being tortured and then slaughtered in the most inhumane way possible. This had been my motivation as a young girl and it seemed like it had come full circle. It was then that I decided to give up pork. I limited my intake of beef too. I wasn't ready to give up poultry just yet though.
Then came our trip to Southeast Asia, starting off with Vietnam. Richard and I were exploring the vibrant city of Hanoi and eventually found ourselves in a non-touristy area. To this day, it was here that I faced one of my biggest challenges in this part of the world. We came across several restaurants that were serving Thịt Chó (dog meat). I quickly noticed several small dogs stuffed in cages. They were all howling and crying out. I became really emotional, as I battled with what I could do to save them from their fate. The truth is, as much as I wanted to, I couldn't really do much of anything. Every year, millions of dogs are killed for their meat in this part of the world. Although this is something I already knew occurred in some parts of Vietnam, I still wasn't prepared. These images will likely haunt my mind forever, although I did sincerely try my hardest to "let it go". I normally consider myself to be open minded to diverse cultures and unfamiliar customs, however, this was a heartbreakingly tough experience. The connection I feel with dogs is indescribable, but I do understand that others may not share my views.
On another day in Hanoi, Richard and I ventured off to the French Quarter to explore a local food market. We ended up going down a narrow passage of what can only be described as an official outdoor slaughterhouse. Ducks and chickens were crammed by the dozens into tiny cages, while others were being hacked to death on the tables. We both continued to look down and walk towards the exit until we found freedom that these animals would never experience. I wasn't raised on a farm where I had witnessed this sort of thing before. I realize it wasn't something unique to Vietnamese culture or Southeast Asia alone, but it was the first time in my life where I was slapped in the face with these images. Not on some computer screen, but right there in front of me.
I took these situations as a chance to reflect on our own traditions back home and the disturbing treatment of animals. Something we consistently close our eyes, minds, and hearts to so that we can keep eating for our own pleasure. I realized that the only difference was my perception of any difference. I couldn't consume dogs, or cats, or others that I had deemed "unacceptable" because of some socialized reasons that I conveniently forgot to apply to all animals. How could I chastise a group of people for simply choosing a different set of animals to include in the "acceptable" group? It was then that I could no longer hide from the truth . . . I was the worst type of hypocrite. Sure, I had watched those countless videos. Tears would stroll down my face. But then I would just simply close my computer screen, forget about it, and continue to consume against my better judgement. I continued to do it because it was what I had always done. It was the path of least resistance. Quite simply put, I was lazy. Too lazy to live an authentic life. Something I had already realized when I was just a teenager. I recently came across this article that talked about the concept of "Akrasia". It's a philosophical term that describes the state of mind in which someone acts against their better judgment through weakness of will. So, there I was: Akrasia in Asia.
I decided that it was finally time to make a change. I started to transition out of eating meat and depend on plant-based ingredients. Selfishly, I felt better; physically, mentally, and emotionally. Unselfishly, I was no longer a part of an industry that had wreaked havoc on my soul for so long. To be completely honest though, it hasn't been that difficult when we're travelling through places like Bali, which has a super abundance of really tasty vegetarian and vegan options.
Now, I know what many vegans reading this will say: since I'm aware of the horrific meat production industry, am I also aware of the dark realities associated with the dairy industry? Yes, I am. I've watched all those undercover videos and read all those painfully honest articles about babies being ripped from their mothers in order to reserve the milk for production and consumption by humans. All I can say is, I'm trying. I am slowly, but surely transitioning. I'm not perfect and I don't make the right choices every single time, but at the very least, I am finally aware and acting. Just know that, I support you, I commend you, and I understand you. I'm just sorry it took me so long.
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A Case For Slow Travel
When you have someone guiding you to every single location, booking all of your accommodation and all of your excursions, you become a sheep following a herd. The independence factor is an important facet of travelling.
Quick! Tell me how many countries you have been to. What's your total count? Maybe you're one of those lucky "few" who has been to Every. Single. One. Congrats. That makes you much more worthy in the eyes of other travellers. You're now considered a "real traveller". An authentic globetrotter.
(Insert eye roll). To me, this is the exact opposite of what travelling should be about. Do you explore unknown lands just so you can tick things off of some list, or do you travel to truly experience a place, its people, the food, and local culture? I'm sorry if I find it hard to believe that you're getting all of that by simply concentrating on a number and flying out of places faster than you came in. To me, that type of quick travel is simply a cruise on foot. You're a tourist. You've come to see those bucket list sights and Instagram-worthy locations without ever experiencing the true essence of a place.
If you're fortunate enough to travel full time (or long term), I want to take this opportunity to explain my case for slow travel. The below can also be applied to people who are simply vacationing and have a limited time to explore Southeast Asia. I have and always will recommend sticking to one country or area. This way, rather than spreading yourself too thin and trying to squeeze in as much as possible, you can experience places in depth. You owe it to yourself and to this captivating region.
It's cheaper.
On all fronts. Travelling slowly, generally means that you'll spend less. You're able to track down accommodation options through Airbnb or locally-sourced rentals that will offer you discounts for long-term stays. In some cases, this can amount to 50% off of a nightly rate. The same goes for scooter rentals, which is usually the best and least overwhelming option for travel through Southeast Asia. You'll save money by doing excursions by yourself on a scooter, rather than signing up for those pre-packaged tours by car. You'll also see more, since you can stop whenever and wherever you please. If you slow it down, you'll save on external transit. You'll be able to rely on local (and cheaper) forms of transit, rather than depending on those quick plane trips because you're crunched for time. In Southeast Asia, overnight train options are affordable and they also mean you save on an additional night of accommodation. If you're trying to be the next "I've visited every country in the world", then you'll surely be spending loads on RTW tickets or international flights too.
Weather won't make or break it.
When you have a longer time to spend in one place, you don't have to strictly rely on the weather forecast, obsessing about it instead of enjoying yourself. Most of the countries in Southeast Asia have several periods of unpredictable weather. Imagine that you only have a couple of nights in a city and both of those days you're stuck in monsoon rains, practically ruining your excursion plans. I've been there. You're left with two options: continue with umbrellas and rain covers or miss out completely. Either way, you're ultimately left with a more miserable outlook. You feel like you spent a load of money without doing anything worthwhile. If you leave yourself with more time, you'll end up appreciating those gloomy and rainy days. Instead, you'll embrace them as an opportunity to just sit back and enjoy Mother Nature.
You dig deeper.
When you travel slowly, you end up digging deeper. Deeper into the local culture and customs. Deeper into the variety of foods. Deeper into the friendships you'll form with the locals. It broadens your perspective on places and its people. You build an emotional connection that is impossible to experience if you're simply flying in and out of various places, focusing on some imaginary list. You're more in tune with the place because you start to feel like a resident, rather than a foreigner. You have an opportunity to learn the local languages and all of those little quirks not obvious when you're travelling through a place so quickly. Rather than finish your entire trip and realize that it's all been a blur, you can capture those moments with your heart instead of just your camera. Don't miss out on cherishing all of those meaningful encounters and experiences.
You become a traveller, not just another tourist.
When you're around longer, you have more time to explore. You get to find those real "off the beaten track" spots that no one has instagrammed or blogged about. You stumble upon sights purely by accident and feel like you have discovered something special that others haven't had the chance to ravage with selfies. You get to exemplify the soul of the quote, "The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see" - Gilbert K. Chesterton. This is exactly the reason why I have never and will never recommend for people to go on pre-packed tours. Especially for travel through Southeast Asia. I realize it's a popular option for people with limited time, but only because of that dreaded "list" again. When you have someone guiding you to every single location, booking all of your accommodation and all of your excursions, you become a sheep following a herd. The independence factor is an important facet of travelling. It teaches you the necessary confidence and awareness you wouldn't get if you're just being led around by an invisible leash.
You'll become more present and mindful.
Think about your life at home. Was it stressful? Fast-paced? Overwhelming at times? If you travel slower physically, you'll slow down mentally too. And trust me, you're less likely to get into some of those unfortunate mishaps when you do something quicker than your train of thought can handle. You'll be able to take advantage of things like massages, meditation, and yoga; exercising your body and mind simultaneously. You'll put down your phone and your camera more often because you already got those necessary Instagram shots. You'll relish in the moment right in front of your eyes, rather than living in the world of social media. This naturally happens when you're not visiting a country just so you can tick it off of your list and move on to the next. You start to travel for the simple art of moving. You embrace the true meaning of "Wanderlust".
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