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Also, I get that it's not possible to offer a solution to this dilemma, because the dilemma is inescapable. But some clarifications, mostly for subnaut's benefit but for the benefit of continuing the discussion too:
I'm aware that the spurious distinctions between 'tourist' (supposedly crass, filthy rich, Contiki-style, sex tourism style) and 'traveller' (backpacker, 'doing it rough', etc) may only entrench different styles of exploiting local populations for a good time. Perhaps this is what is meant by not wanting to be a tourist, while not being able to avoid being one.
I'm not going on any group tours, I'm going to be alone. The research work I'm doing involves, ironically enough, an exploration, and probably a critique, of (Australian) tourist practices relating to transgender stuff (that's my research website there, to give an idea). These particular tourist practices are easily things I myself would engage in if I had the money and the desire. This is research which hasn't been done, as far as I know, and there's a whole discussion I could initiate about the ethics/politics of the research, but I've done that elsewhere already.
And about 'alternative tourism', I'm kind of with John Hutnyk (referenced in the article entity linked to). I think the concept of doing a bit of 'voluntary work' that makes one feel like one has paid one's karmic debt for visiting a place can be quite pernicious. It does entrench bad power relationships -- there's a whole developing critique of medical tourism (ie, Doctors Without Borders and related projects) that questions the help that anyone can do when they might spend six weeks in a village, not having the language, and not necessarily understanding the 'thick' context of healthcare problems in that cultural/political/geographical/economic location.
At times, the desire not to place myself in the position of a 'tourist' is so intense I'd rather not go at all. I'm anti-capitalism, anti-colonialism. And yet at the same time I feel this sense of satisfaction whenever I remember that the exchange rate means I'll be able to afford ridiculously cheap accommodation, a cheap week on a lovely beach, some cheap new electronic toys and maybe a cheap new tailored suit. I kinda feel like since I can't avoid taking advantage of the capitalist dicates that mean my money is worth more there, I may as well take advantage of it. Because here in Australia, I'm just on the poverty line. Maybe that's fucked up. But I'm going to interrogate my own practices just as much as I interrogate anyone else's.
I also think waaaaaaaay too much about this stuff. And this thread is triggering me to feel even more weird and scared about the whole deal. |
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