Taming the travel monsters
Travel is about allowing the world to challenge our assumptions; the amazing adventures and intriguing people trump any ephemeral discomforts.
As an avid traveler, I encourage people to tour the world. Yet time and again they offer excuses that are more bogeyman than fact, more monster than truth.
Monster No. 1: I want to see the United States first.
This country has many natural, historic, and cultural treasures, but of the wonders listed in "1,000 Places to See Before You Die" by Patricia Schultz, only 190 are in the US. Traveling is more than visiting famous sites. It's about allowing the world to challenge our assumptions.
I rode a cable car up Cape Town's Table Mountain, but was more awed by a woman in a South African township who bragged that now that she had a spigot in her front yard, she no longer had to carry water a mile. In Malaysia I visited a headhunter village, but felt more cultural disconnect when a soft-spoken Muslim asked why Americans thought money, not children, made them rich. Such moments remind me that the best journeys go beyond seeing famous places, and the most indelible memories are made by ordinary people.
Monster No. 2: The world is anti-American.
Since 9/11, I've traveled on five continents, and I've never been the victim of anti-Americanism. Many disagree with our government's policies, but most like individual Americans. We're regarded as cheerful, inquisitive, and generous.
Because American movies and television programs are shown worldwide, people often want to clarify their media-colored perceptions of our country. I've been asked how many people I've shot and if I've ever driven on a gravel road. These queries provide openings for me to ask questions, and sometimes the conversations become magical as we two strangers venture beyond nationality and ethnicity to touch upon our shared humanity.
Monster No. 3: I'll get lost.
If you travel – even within the US – you get lost. Most of the times I've been lost abroad have been momentarily frustrating, but resulted in wonderful memories of confused language and laughing strangers. Getting lost means I loosen my mental grip on my self-imposed schedule of places to visit and things to do. It forces me to change my perspective from destination to journey. So relax, I tell myself. Get lost!
Monster No. 4: I have a narrow comfort zone.