68: A Happy Hungry Maaaaan

Over the first lockdown I spent weeks dreaming of being somewhere else. By the sea, in the mountains, walking through forests, dining at restaurants I'd read about. Then the lockdown ended and I still wanted to travel, but other restrictions stopped me -- lack of money, lack of energy, fear of contracting Covid-19 from some unfamiliar bathroom tap.Well, I've had the virus now, so as soon as it's legal to do so, I could technically go on a trip without getting sick. But while I've been planning dream trips, I've been wondering. What is it about travelling I actually like? What do I want it to do for me? I'm not a Phil or a Bourdain; I don't demand "authenticity" from locals or invite myself round to people's homes. I'm a bit of a basic traveller. I love trying local beer, wine and food, but I'm equally happy with a lager under a Peroni parasol. I generally eat and drink and look and take pictures and talk and don't check my emails. Why can't I do that closer to home? Why is it that all of those things feel more, feel better, when I've skipped overseas to do them?I was really interested in a Vittles piece this week by Joanna Fuertes called "The Bourdainification of Food Travel". In it she poses that as travellers, we are not brave adventurers but tourists. The antagonists, not the stars. In pursuit of authenticity, we can lose sight of our dream destinations as living, evolving cities, where diverse cultures live side by side. In the piece, Joanna says:

"I’ve begun to regard this phenomenon as us being unwitting food conquistadors. Green curry and a temple in Thailand, tagine and a riyad in Morocco: you post them on Instagram, you return home. Maybe you try and replicate what you ate for friends and you feel like a well-rounded person. [Kevin] Vaughn adds that:"

"When people think of Buenos Aires they think ‘steak, wine and tango.’ [So] even though it’s a multi-racial city, with a diversity of class, social structures and language, we’ve been programmed to treat travel like a checklist."

Holidays aren't holidays anymore. It's easy to stay in residential neighbourhoods and pretend for a few days that we belong there. I wonder if a big part of travelling for many of us isn't really about experiencing "authentic local culture" but living for a short time in a life where we have disposable income, free time, and the sun shines. Perhaps it's about dressing up in our new holiday outfits as much as it's about the education. Perhaps it's a lot about playing at belonging.Other Stuff

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