An exploration into three simple mindsets that will enable you to travel anywhere.
The memory of losing fifteen pounds (~6.8 kg) over a few weeks for lack of food money was burned freshly into my brain. After that experience, though not as rough as it sounds, I decided to never cut the budget too close again. When your natural body scent noticeably resembles boiled potatoes because that’s the source of nearly all your calories — well, enough said.
For my next stint overseas I was much more budget-minded. If you only plan to make a few long trips abroad during your lifetime, you need to see and do everything while you can. This can become expensive quickly. On the other hand, if you intend to travel for most of your life, you can move slowly, cut costs and travel longer with less money.
A short break came up during the semester in Hong Kong and I decided to travel somewhere. Most of the other foreign students caught flights to Shanghai, Beijing or the Philippines — not a bank-breaker, but a few hundred USD nonetheless. As for myself, I’ve never cared much about where I go, as long as it’s someplace new. With that in mind I chose a different, cheaper route. I caught a train north to the mainland Chinese border, and bounced around southern China from there.
If you’re interested in traveling in China, at some point you will hear about the cities of Guilin and Yangshuo. These towns are well established routes on the modern backpacker trail. The gorgeous karst limestone peaks along the adjacent Li River have been attracting domestic tourists for millennia, actually — long before the rubber-soled, hemp-necklaced traveler took root.
After a week of playing around in the southern border cities, I stopped in over-trafficked Guilin and moved on immediately to Yanghshuo. Locals told me Yangshuo would be less patchouli-scented, and their assumptions were spot-on. The balance of Western tourists between the two cities may have since changed due to Yangshuo’s discovery by the rock climbing world, but at the time it was definitely more ‘Chinese-feeling’.
In my nineteen year old’s inflated sense of self-importance, being the only foreign face in the crowd was the key to having a ‘pure’ experience. It would take me a few more years to get over the pointless “I’m a traveler, not a tourist” facade. Nevertheless, even during my zealous pursuit of exoticism for the sake of my young ego, I knew that some things are pretty much guaranteed: if there’s a beautiful place close to a big population center, you can bet there will be tourists. No big deal. Although considering how loudly some travelers moan about tourism, a scientific mind must assume that someone is forcing these free spirited non-conformists to eat at chain pizza joints and pound Heinekens at Monday-night English karaoke.
Any place with a tourist infrastructure will quickly let you know what the “must-do” activities are. In this case the heavily-jacketed touts at the Yangshuo bus station were all shouting about Li River bamboo raft tours. Asking around, the going rate seemed to be the equivalent of sixty dollars USD (pre-haggling) for a day trip down the famed river. A ridiculous price considering hostels in town ran about five bucks a night. Spending a day being misted by wet wind didn’t sound so fun in the November cold anyway, especially with the water rushing over the bottom of the raft. Still, I asked for some details. Where does it start? Where does it end? What is the best part of the trip?
As the responses all came with similar answers a pattern emerged, the gears in my budget traveler’s mind were turning. All of these tours seemed to start in the town of Xingping and make their way back to Yangshuo. Rather than paying so much for a raft tour, maybe there was an alternative?
A night in Yangshuo and a bit of pestering the locals gave me all the information I needed. The next day, I hopped on a local bus with the Chinese symbols for “Xingping” scrawled in my notebook, alongside the name of an empty hostel with three dollar dorm beds. I seemed to be the only traveler in town. It was so late in the season that everyone but the bus station touts had given up on standing outside, trying to scream me into their establishments.
I spent the next few days in some much-needed peace, some rest and respite from the energy of Hong Kong. I lulled away the hours with walks along that sixty dollar river, moving at my own pace and stopping to explore this and that. The pleasure was worth every cent I didn’t have to spend. My days were quiet and calm, interrupted only by a fundamentalist Chinese hostel worker trying to convert me to her brand of Christianity (is ‘reverse-colonialism’ a word yet?), and the cackle of an ancient Chinese woman as I slipped from a log footbridge into the frigid river. She seemed highly amused to demonstrate the ease with which she crossed the slick wood, wearing her flip-flops that appeared to be older than me. Such are the strange, simple and beautiful quirks of travel.
If there’s a lesson to be had here, it’s that by moving slowly and intentionally, even “cheap” travels can be made cheaper — and it is often more enjoyable that way. When I come back to Yangshuo, I may take the bamboo raft tour… but I probably won’t. I will probably still save the money and do some hiking instead.
Most of my friends who spent the university break flying off to distant cities are now back home, and only a few have done any long-traveling since. This is their choice and there’s nothing wrong with it, but it’s not for me. When I sit in some dusty noodle bar on the side of a road whose name I can’t pronounce, I find myself repeating again the mantra. “Live cheaply, live humbly, and you can travel anywhere if you take your time.”
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About the Author: Travis
Travis is a compulsive traveler who believes that travel and “real life” can be one and the same. He has combined working and studying with his long-term travels. He is currently on the road. Travis has written 18 posts on Vagabond Journey. Contact the author.
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March 29, 2014, 3:03 am
Curiuosly I had the exact same experience while travelling the same area last summer. Hounded by aggressive sounding shouts (which they are not) of “Hello Hello Bamboo Bamboo!” I didn’t stay long around Yangshuo and also took a bone shaker of a bus ride to Xingping. All travel books rant and rave about Yangshuo, but spending time in the smaller more isolated villages is difinately the best way to see this area, and it’s also much easier on the pocket.
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