My first experiences travelling I have to admit were kind of boring. It was at an all-inclusive beach resort in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic Don’t get me wrong, the place was awe-inspiringly beautiful, but to me 7 days of sitting at the beach with a bunch of Europeans that didn’t speak English, and drinking free coco-locos got a bit repetitive and lonely for me. Beach, eat, drink, sleep, repeat! Even the novelty of it being a topless beach got old real fast, especially when Euro-Granny walked by……a vision forever implanted in my memory.
They warned me not to leave the resort. “it’s dangerous out there” they would say. I’d probably get mugged. And I believed them. I believed them for about 5 days until I started to realize maybe, just maybe they want me to stay on the resort so that I would spend my money there. I quickly made plans to escape the resort and see what’s out there in the real world!
And the real world it was! Everyone’s on motorbikes honking their horns in some sort of organized chaos. Living in Vancouver, Canada all my life I never experienced such a thing. As the taxi drove through the country side 3 hours away to the capital city Santo Domingo I didn’t really stop to think if I’d be safe…..well except for the chaotic traffic. Besides I was too busy looking out the window. Giant cows heads hanging in the sun from the butcher shop, giant houses beside little shanty town shacks, a mass of school girls in uniforms crossing the street, everything caught my attention as I snapped photo after photo. People smiled and waved……nobody wanted to rob me.
I won’t go on about my adventure in the capital city, shop after shop with my driver hoping to score a commission. But I do recall when walking around something changed then and there. It’s not a small world, to me it’s a giant world full of billions of people and situations, people to meet and see. So much adventure. I dreaded heading back to that fake all inclusive resort. Ugh!
Just a few months later, I planned a 2 week backpacking adventure around Costa Rica. All by local bus, staying in small $8.00 per night guest houses. Wow! What an adventure that tiny little action packed country is. I loved the lifestyle so much that upon arriving home I saved up as much money as I could and left for Costa Rica again for another 2 week adventure covering the exact same route. Why Costa Rica again and why the same route, and not another country? I don’t remember! I must’ve really liked it though!
I’m a bit of an eccentric. When my mind is on something sometimes I obsess with it and that’s all I can think about and I get the go big or go home with varying degrees of success. Here in Vancouver for a living I organised parties and concerts, sometimes bringing in world famous acts and drawing 1000’s of people. It never made me rich but it was fun. I mention all this because it gave me freedom to do what I want, when I want. I didn’t have a 9 to 5 job, 2 weeks vacation per year type thing holding me down. I could just make a few bucks and then take off on an adventure. And I used that go big or go home mentality for my next backpacking adventure.
[pullquote]What I loved most of all was the people and the culture[/pullquote]For 6 months I went backpacking to most of the countries of SE Asia and India with my girlfriend at the time. We followed the usual backpacker circuit, made all sorts of new friends, experienced new sites, sounds and adventures which was enough to write a book about. However to make a long story short, it once again changed me and my entire views on life itself. In just one word I’d describe it as “incredible”. The energy and the vibrant culture sucked me in. We took in all the tourist sites and by the end of it like so many before us, we experienced “temple fatigue” and exhausted ourselves. I think I did more drinking during those 6 months than all the 8 years of throwing parties combined. We met and hung out with several other backpackers, made some temporary friends, but to me something was missing. I had to ask myself what did I enjoy most about travelling? Was it the sites, the sounds, the food, the backpacking experience? Sure I loved all that but what I loved most of all was the people and the culture. My dearest memories come from the tiny villages where we got to immerse in the culture.
Upon arriving home once again in beautiful Vancouver I realized nothing changed over the last 6 months, well nothing but me I guess. I all of a sudden wasn’t so interested in nightclubs and partying. I gave up my Saturday nights and watched movies on cultures around the world. I wanted to travel the world. I wanted to live among the tribes in the Amazon, Safari through Africa, I wanted to do it all!
I came back broke but happy and landed myself a great job. I worked there 8 months or so, leading to the top salesperson of the company and all the while I was saving for another 6 month vacation. Even with a great job money didn’t come in fast as before, so I needed to plan for somewhere cheap which lead me to SE Asia & India once again, but this time different regions. It was a bit of a dilemma at first. Should I go in another part of the world or continue in the same region? I chose to really get to know Asia deeper rather then just step foot on each continent. I’m there to learn what makes the people tick, not to collect different stamps in my passport.
Being newly single, I knew this adventure would be different. This time I was solo for 6 months and I couldn’t wait! The one thing I did different in this trip is immersed myself much deeper in the culture. All my friends were not backpackers this time but regular everyday local people. Country after country, village after village I was invited into peoples simple homes, fed dinner and had all sorts of adventures. My new friendships didn’t last just one night or so but would continue on.
I formed deep relationships with people and families from all corners of Asia and with the power of technology, I was able to keep in touch on a daily basis with everyone. I found myself going back 2 more times for small 2 week trips after that just to visit my new and dear friends. Flying from country to country for a very rewarding few days each. The foreigners that I did meet all seemed to know “The Secret”. It’s like they’ve easily overcome the rat race at home and firmly planted their feet in places of their dreams. I thought, I can do that! I know I can.
[pullquote]my heart seems to be stuck in Asia[/pullquote]I’ve spent the last year advancing in my career and making a very good living for myself. However my heart seems to be stuck in Asia. So I’ve come up with a plan to open a small but profitable business in Boracay, a tiny slice of paradise in the Philippines to enable to sustain myself to permanently live there with a couple friends. I guess there’s a bit of eccentric in me still. As I see it, a dinner for 1 is about $30 in a Thai restaurant here in Canada, or I could fly from the Philippines to Thailand and have dinner and drinks for not too much more, including the flight!….and maybe even throw in a massage afterwards.
3.5 years ago I wouldn’t be able to easily point The Philippines on a map and now in a few months, it will be my new home. What a profound impact backpacking has made on my life and lifestyle. I’m excited for the adventures awaiting me in the next 3.5 years and beyond. In the Western World we can really learn from Asian culture. At any given moment I could stop someone on the street in these countries, start a conversation and create a new friendship. I believe we’re missing that type on thing in the developed world. I just can’t do that here. I appreciate the little things that that part of the world has to offer. Everything from being able to get fresh tropical fruit on any street corner to the freedom of being able to fly from country to country quickly and cheap.
Leaving my friends, family, nice home and great career and risking my hard earned money for an uncertain future seems absolutely insane for a lot of people. But to me it seems absolutely insane not to.