The Life of a Backpacker in Asia in the 1970s
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Lonely planet was the only decent source of info but it didn't cover it all.
I spent some time on islands in the Mekong in Laos where there was only a few hrs of electricity per day and no connection to the outside world. To leave I took a motorised canoe to the mainland and then found out the next flight out of Pakse was in a few days, so I spent several days there doing basically nothing.
Now that kind of time wasting just seems almost unfathomable.
Every where I arrived I had no bookings, just a few addresses from Lonely Planet that you'd have to reach to inquire if they had free rooms.
I've rarely been as happy as I was travelling around there with just a bag of clothes on my back. Good times.
It probably boggles a lot of people's minds that even 20 years or so ago, taking off on certain types of trips to many parts of the world meant, at best, infrequent contact and, often, essentially disappearing. Today I expect there's increasingly an expectation that you'd get a satellite messaging system under those circumstances.
The difference in information availability generally is astounding. I imagine that would drive most of us crazy generally if you go back a few decades.
I was careful to sort them by date and not peek on the newer one so I didn't get "spoiled" :)
Today, even when I travel to quite remote corners of the world, I spend much of the day on the same web sites as usual, reading the same things, talking to the same people. In a sense, I'm never really leaving my regular life, for better and for worse.
As for internet/cell service, it was mostly the same story. You could get cell service if you really wanted, but it was usually pretty costly and I don't think I met anyone who actually did buy it (I did for 1 week just to see if it would be worth it - it wasn't). Everyone seemed to prefer to use the hostel bar as the place were people gathered to use WiFi. And even just 8 years ago, WiFi in most parts of SEA were nowhere near good enough to do things like video chat, and in some places it wasn't even good enough to do live text chats. Some communities (esp. in rural areas) didn't have internet at all. An email every few days was the best I could do with most of my friends. Infrequent contact was pretty well understood then too, at least among the travelers I interacted with.
When it came to getting around, some people had maps that they'd printed out and carried with them, but I'd say most people relied on word of mouth and asking other people for directions and arranging rides.
It does seem to be quite a different story now. I've been back to SEA often in the past 8 years and each time I am surprised at the changes. The "banana pancake trail" has hit the mainstream, and the tourist infrastructure has grown to match. Buying a prepaid SIM card with unlimited data seems to be the first thing people do when getting off the plane in SEA. Hell, my cell provider (T-Mobile) gives me free data in every SEA country without even having to swap SIM cards. Uber/Grab is used for getting around in many places, totally removing the need for maps or asking directions. And you can get 4G coverage in all but the most remote jungles.
This was a highlight of travel back then in my mind. Full and complete disconnect from 'the world' back home. There was no guilt trip about lack of contact either - it was just accepted that there would be an email as an when an internet cafe could be found.
I'm really glad I caught the tail end of pre-internet travel in the '90s. I've been overseas since but it is not the same. The sense of journeying into the unknown is simply gone.
One of my CDs did have some corrupt images, so that redundancy paid off.
Phoning home was utterly impossible. The only cable line back was a fax machine the size of a refrigerator that went straight to the State Department, and was the only room guarded by stern men with guns.
(the slightly more disposable diplomats themselves had only local, unarmed security to pick from. This was a non-trivial risk- while we were there, the Japanese ambassador and his wife were both murdered. Perhaps surprisingly to some in modern times, Americans were pretty well received by the local population. It was safer for us to go shopping than, say, the French, Russians, or Japanese, although it was still too much of a risk for me to go to a local school. The Australians were the most popular, although I strongly suspect this was also linked to them having a nice swimming pool that they shared with everyone.)
The only doctor we had access to was a retired, somewhat eccentric Swedish veterinarian who specialized in pigs, and pigs were pretty close to people for most things.
(He kept a copy of Playboar on his office reception table.)
And finally, I remember getting chased through the metal detector (they didn't really care about guns, for the most part. It was people trying to carry durian in an enclosed space that really pissed them off) by a scared water buffalo in the airport, which then proceeded to run around on the airstrip for an hour until the local kid from the farm it came from hopped on his back and rode him home.
Of course, nowadays I can pull up any of half a dozen free webcams and see who is strolling down the streets near where I once lived. It feels like a lifetime ago, and yet I'm barely in my mid-40's as it is. Things sure do change fast.
Laotians to me always seem even happier than the Thais. On a packed bus ride in Laos full of dirt poor locals, a few chickens and tied up pigs, there was a guy in the back having a shouting conversation with the driver in the front. They were enjoying it a lot.
Other passengers started to chuckle along, you could tell there was a crescendo building. Eventually the conversation ended in an explosion of rapturous laughter from everyone on the bus. It was impossible not to laugh along despite not having a clue what it was all about. Looking around you'd see nothing but huge smiles, all black teeth from beetle nut.
There's dozens of these little moments I'll never forget.
Small is a bit of an understatement! All of us (Americans, Russians, and everyone in-between) were restricted to a few square miles in the middle of Vientiane. And if you weren't attached to an embassy in some manner, you weren't there, period. This does make me ponder, it is almost certain that my folks knew your friend's parents. Small world.
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This was during the time when any Laotian who had any kind of education or wealth was desperately trying to leave the country before they got 're-educated' by a bullet to the head. The Vietnamese moved in shortly after the Pathet Lao victory, and the witch-hunt was brutal. There is a reason there were zero local doctors available for anyone.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pathet_Lao
As grim as this was, it also contrasted strongly with memories like you describe- an incredible degree of friendliness from most folks, even when at the time non-Lao were so rare in country that whenever we went outside, it was guaranteed that for most folks we'd met that day, we were probably the first caucasians they'd ever seen. During the water festival, it was hard to go outside, because everyone wanted to soak us, and it was all in good fun- they wanted to make sure we got to join in, and didn't feel left out.
One final vignette to share. A few times over the years we were there, when out at market with my Mom, a shop/stall owner would come over and (politely) pull us aside, and out of the crowd. Shortly after we would see ex-NVA or other bad news men looking for foreigners to take their aggressions out on. The shop owners were local people who were quite literally risking their lives, just to make sure that the odd-looking big-nosed people they'd never met before weren't hurt. That level of consideration was omnipresent, even with the background conflict in play. And that is the way I choose to remember my time in Laos.
I did the SE Asia thing in 2003 and it was magical. We met strangers over beer and cigarettes and had all sorts of random conversations. You booked a bus to the next place in the local travel agent. I’ve still never figured out how the tickets worked; how the bus company back in Pnomh Penh knew that someone in Sihanoukville* had bought a ticket.
I’ve been back a bunch of times since, and now it’s just kids on their phones.
A couple of years ago I sat behind a pair of Swedish girls on a beach in Koh Tao: sunset over idyllic beach ahead, cheap cocktail in hand, beanbag-under-bum, yet I watched the two of them just cycle through the social media apps on their phones checking for updates. It was all I could do to not ask them why they’d bothered coming away. It was tragic and it made me sad.
(*An unbelievable paradise in 2003. A total shit-hole now.)
It's one of those arrogant, old fart things to say and you wouldn't understand it unless you'd lived it but it's 100% true.
EDIT - what's also contributed to this is AirAsia. Now you can have breakfast in Hanoi and lunch in Phuket on the same day for just 50 bucks of travel costs.
Back then you'd fly for 10x more or taking several days of gruelling overland travel and it's those moments that add the kind of character to trips that's now hard to obtain.
seconded. $1 a night room, free ganja in the bars if you bought (granted an overpriced) beer. Swimming in the sea at night with the phosphorescence all around you, hearing the dolphins under water.
Was back there in 2011, had changed completely and from an account of a friend who lives in Cambodia has just got worse and worse.
But that's "development" for you
The thing is, if you have 3 months or more, you just don't care about the pace. You can't do similar backpacking in 2 weeks, people end up rushing around to see as much as possible. So many random meetings with strangers because we were clueless, ending up being invited into their homes for a dinner. Ending up on a 1km long beautiful empty beach in Goa, with like 2-3 other people on it. Seeing satellite photos now, its one bar next to the other.
These days, even if I carry my phone with me, I have it turned off for days in a row. Mostly turn it to check airbnb or write something to my parents. Otherwise it just ruins the submersion into the experience a bit.
The feel of travel was different then because no internet, no cell phones. I communicated with friends and family using letters, single-page blue "aerograms". When I see them now, I'm amazed how tiny my handwriting was. To receive a letter I would have people send mail to the American Express office upstream.
My trip ended when I noticed my urine was the color of Coca Cola - a sign of hepatitis. I got a flight out of Delhi the next day to London, for the free health care.
There was a big cold war with a real iron curtain dividing the world back then.
> The feel of travel was different then because no internet, no cell phones.
The feeling of freedom that came from pre-internet travel was a result of being able to leave your home and its associated troubles and constraints behind and go someplace where they couldn't find you. Nowadays, all those troubles and constraints follow you around no matter where you go.
Or go to wild areas without good connection(or power) if you are too addicted.
Trust me, there is still plenty of wild adventurous traveling going on ... even if you have a smartphone.
I travelled to Europe in 1985. When I landed in London I quickly realized that I had vastly underestimated the cost of living and I didn't have enough money with me to last to the end of the trip. Today that problem would be fixed with a trip to the ATM, but back then there were no ATMs. Dealing with contingencies like that was a big part of the experience. When you travelled in 1985 you did it without a net (pun intended) because there was no net. But you didn't have to leave civilization behind. Today you do.
When I did backpacking shortly before the smartphone area, I also ran out of money in New Zealand ... but I ran out completely with only emergency money send option, so I had to discover traveling very low budget style. Hitchhiking, wild camping etc. adventure. (until I got back to australia for farm work)..
But - I still do this regulary and so I can tell that the smartphone certainly changed traveling, but there are still plenty of adventures waiting outside if your are open for it and not just want to impress your instagram facebook peers with cool pictures.
No, of course not. Don't be daft. At that moment I didn't feel free, I felt trapped. But I got through it, had the time of my life, and learned that I could get by on less money than I thought I needed. I don't think I would ever have learned that lesson if circumstances hadn't forced me to.
Some people think freedom is access to unlimited resources. It's not. Freedom is the ability to achieve your goals with the resources you have at your disposal, whatever they might be.
> there are still plenty of adventures waiting outside
Yes, that's true. But nowadays you have to seek them out much more actively then you used to. Simply being far from home is not enough any more.
It's kind of like free climbing versus climbing with a rope and harness. Knowing that you might actually die (or have to sleep on the street) focuses the mind in ways that simply being on a rock (or being far from home) does not. Nowadays you have to work a lot harder to shed the harness.
In the last 15 years, the the contemporary traveller has gained access to Turkmenistan, Myanmar and others, and much more simple and safer travel to previously dangerous countries (the Balkans, Rwanda, RDC, North Korea, etc)
It's this shifting landscape that makes travel for the non "me too" crowd interesting..
Forgive my naiveté but I'm not sure I understand what you mean? Are you talking about the "partying" travelers who tend to bar-hop and hookup?
Even now areas like the Wakhan corridor in Afghanistan are pretty accessible. I wouldn't do it, but plenty of people do.
Unlikely Destinations aka Once While Travelling aka The Lonely Planet Story (no, I don't know why it has three different names/editions...)
https://www.amazon.com/Unlikely-Destinations-Lonely-Planet-S... (not a referral link)
Disclaimer: I used to work for LP back in the day, and had the pleasure of meeting Tony & Maureen on several occasions.
https://www.npr.org/2018/07/06/626649702/lonely-planet-maure...
https://www.huffingtonpost.com/christian-caryl/strange-rebel...
As the Middle East and Southwest Asia became less hospitable to tourists, the Hippie Trail kinda fell out of favor. The "new" trails are the Banana Pancake Trail (same idea as the Hippie Trail, but in booming Southeast Asia) and the Gringo Trail in South America. Although these "trails" are much different because of a lot of reasons discussed elsewhere in this thread, such as less hitchhiking, more "flashpacking", and generally increased connectivity.
Going straight through the center of the country, through Ghor and Bamiyan provinces requires a high clearance 4x4. For more normal vehicles, one route from herat to the northern provinces and the Mazar-e-sharif region, then salang pass to Kabul. Or go southeast from herat to Kandahar, and then Kandahar to Kabul.
Also there was a fair portion of the hippie trail that went to Kabul, then to Kandahar, and to Quetta, bypassing peshwar and the nwfp. Though the cannabis lovers certainly all wanted to visit oeshawart.
https://www.theatlantic.com/photo/2013/07/afghanistan-in-the...
Or am I falling victim to some sort of psychological trick where warmer colors just look better?
The reason I ask is that I recently scanned some old family photographs from the 1990s, and I had the same impression of them: rich colors that you just don't see today. And these were anything but good photography. They were from a 35mm point-and-shoot and taken in casual settings.
The demise of film and color processing is a tragedy. Sure, it was expensive, much more so than simply snapping digital photos to your heart's content (as long as you have enough storage, of course), but it made you think about what you were doing before you pressed the button. And processing film and developing prints was endlessly fascinating, even if it was frustrating at times.
I have yet to see any digital photograph as rich as lovely old Kodachrome could come out, even when sent to the local drugstore to be developed. It has actually nearly killed my desire to make photographs. These pictures made me really happy.
Honestly, comparing scans to digital images today. The difference is going to be mostly how they're processed. If anything, I find there's a trend to overprocessing (e.g. HDR) certain types of digital photos today.
And it did make me wonder if older color photographs had warmer tones due to Kodachrome, or simply because the skies were more polluted back then.
Photographers did also use filters including for warming effects.
Photographers and art directors have always exerted creative control. Both the technical means and tastes change over time though.
They're also obviously scanned, and we don't know what settings were used. Kodachrome is pretty great though, I wouldn't be surprised if they looked that nice in the flesh. That's what was truly impressive about those golden era films, they just worked. You sent them off, they got developed and they looked fantastic.
There are physical differences in how film and ccd/cmos sensors record light, which may have a subtle effect. Nowadays digital sensors are superior in pretty much every way to film, and you can get whatever effect you want using post processing. The exeption is that medium and large format film is still a lot cheaper than super high resolution digital sensors.
I guess my point is that back then, people recognized that using different film and different equipment led to different results, and that the photographer chose their technique in such a way as to make art in the way they wanted. Photography was not simply method to capture a moment in the most realistic way possible, as it often is thought of today.
No, it's mostly the type of film and post-processing, and the fashion of the day (now people like moodier, bluer/oranger pics in Instagram and the like). One can saturate a digital photo just as well, if not better.
you want to truly explore the wild, there are plenty of opportunities. wanting to goto a place that is prettier and has less opportunities for connection seems elitist against the people who actually live in your getaway paradise and make a hard life there using tourism bucks.
But it was not only the 1970s: there were still many a hidden spot in Asia in the early 2000s, as travel was restricted in countries with civil war, or dictatorial regimes, and there still are. As those geographies get connected to the global trade- and political system, these habitats of men and animal change, for better, or worse.
- not on any reasonable trans-Asia transport route, so no incentive for outsiders to invest in roads/rail/other transport infrastructure
- politically at least somewhat isolated, so no visa-free travel for most foreigners
- sparsely populated, preventing easy widespread wireless Internet access
- no major exploitable natural resource that would attract a rush of foreign investment
This basically gives us: the Central Asian SSRs (except Kazakhstan which has rich gas resources), Afghanistan, Iran, frontier regions of Pakistan, Myanmar (rapidly changing now), Bhutan and a few others.
Although cheap flights and smartphones with data and GPS have made the life of a traveler incredibly easier, the downside is the places you visit are more touristy and people I'd imagine are way less social (at least to the people directly around them). Often I'll arrive to a hostel just to see everyone in the common area silently glued to their smartphones. I wouldn't necessarily want to go back to a time before this technology, but there are certainly serious downsides to this hyperconnectivity.
It's the same effect that technology is having on everyday life. The increased connectivity of the internet paradoxically withdraws us from our immediate surroundings.
No phone, just dropping into an internet cafe once a week. SLR with about 50-60 rolls of film. Info came from a tatty copy of a guidebook, word of mouth, and reading the lonely planet forum. Absolutely zero digital distraction. Lots of long bus/train/boat journeys with a book for company. It was heaven.
I went back in 2008 and did the trip again. The digital boom had arrived. I could already sense that what I'd previously experienced was lost for good.
He left us hanging there! What kind of job can a 26 or 27-year-old American hippie traveler get in Iran, presumably not even speaking Persian, that comes with a driver and everything? There must be an interesting story there.
At 24 frames per roll, the cost to develop and print his entire backpack would be 24 x $5 x 500 = $60,000. That is indeed a big investment he made to document his travels.
...ah, film.
I very much relate to the "really think about it each time I pressed that shutter". I spent so much time shooting film that now, even after over 15 years of digital, I still struggle to kick this habit and need to constantly remind myself to take more shots: explore more variations on a subject, grab a shot even if I don't think it's going to be outstanding, etc.
I was visiting friends in Kathmandu (likely a decade ago) and had a great time exploring the mountains and the cultural areas. Also if you make lifelong friends, they might give you a khata scarf. You can also buy those gurkha knives if you can take it back home. There was also some bad people but that is common everywhere in the world exacerbated with elements of poverty so don't forget your common sense when dealing with sketchy situations. Theres also definitely pollution building up in the rivers.
Also note that the time I visited was some time after the Nepalese Civil War so soldiers still wandered the streets. However they honestly don't care about what you do, I don't know if they're still around now. As well, electricity and water would be out after 10pm so be prepared for that.
There are still parts of Kathmandu that feel like you've stepped back in time but are growing increasingly hard to find. The city at times feels overpopulated due to the huge amounts of migrants that came for services and work. While Kathmandu is incredibly polluted (due to road works, construction, river pollution), they've come a long way in the last few years.
With that said, western Nepal, given its lack of road borders, is quite sublime and relatively untouched.
Kathmandu is a nice city. The traffic and the dust are awful but the city is filled with charm.
> Growing up in the 1960s in New Jersey was very parochial.
> I had never even been out of New England.
New Jersey is not New England. I am used to non-northeasterners making this kind of mistake, but wouldn't expect to hear it in Jersey.
In case anyone else is wondering, New England is (geographically) Maine, Vermont, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Connecticut and Rhode Island.
Every state north/east of New York state.