Do we need to justify our travel bug to beat our persistent guilt?
Does travelling sustainably, responsibly and ethically ease those lingering feelings?
These words are bounced about all over the place these days and increasingly travellers are being accused of irresponsible travel. That makes me feel guilty, along with feeling guilty for being “privileged” to travel. And by this, I mean dealing with the poverty and desperation you see when traveling, and then attempting to fit perfectly back into a world of Western privilege, wishing others knew what you now know.
I don’t think anyone should be compelled to feel guilty for choosing to travel, however, it comes. Of course, travelling opens up the world, forces people to develop a more open mind and allows us to be the one world that we are. It reduces racism, culturalism and dissolves the feelings that your country is better and greater than every other country, ultimately resulting in a more content and sturdy society. Is it not true that united we stand, divided we fall?
Wouldn’t we all rather live in a world where we normalise at least trying to accept and understand other cultures, even if at times this may feel difficult?