Food for thought: When is it OK to be a *gulp* tourist?

OK, so I might be about to ruffle some tail feathers by writing this. But before I do, I just want to state one two three things: 1) I fully stand by what I said in my earlier post about how to avoid being a tourist2) There is nothing wrong with being a tourist (this is me being openminded… grown ups do that, apparently)- if that’s who you are and you’ve accepted that your comfort zone is the size of a flea, that’s so not OK fine (see? I can do this openminded thing- easy peasy lemon squeezy), 3) Perhaps my last post was a tad misleading- there are times when you’re fully justified in being a tourist. Or circumstances. Or limitations. Like if your goldfish Goldie, who is your go-to travel companion afraid of heights, perhaps it would be best for Goldie and you to avoid the hike up to the viewpoint on the Guadalupe Mountain trail you’d planned. Legitimate limitation!

Alright, ‘nough talk of goldfish with acrophobia, here are a few instances in which I believe it is entirely justifiable to be a tourist. And a jovial, let’s take selfies and post them on Instagram one at that!

  • When you’re on cruise ship – let’s be honest, you didn’t book a two week trip to explore the decks, you wanted to lounge by the pool and sing karaoke at night. Own it!
  • When you’re at Disneyland – self-explanatory. No one comes to Disney to venture into the depths of yourself as a human being, or do some soul-searching. Relive your youth, eat too much cotton candy and too many corndogs and regret it afterwards. Not that I’ve done that ever (read: I have).
  • When you’re at any amusement park outside your native land
  • When you see a statue and need to take a photo with it
  • When you’re on a statue like Christ the Redeemer– selfie stick away!
  • When you own a selfie stick. Let’s be honest, as a solo traveller, sometimes we don’t have much of a choice but to take a selfie. No shame!

And there you have it folks, that’s the whole shebang. Tourists aren’t bad people (even the ones who choose to drink Starbucks), and sometimes everyone’s a tourist, and it’s plain unavoidable.

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Author: Akanksha Singh

Twenty-something travel addict || Likes: coffee, sarcasm, the Oxford comma, blue skies, and cobblestone roads. || Dislikes: rudeness, carrots, and pigeons (read: winged-rats with satanic eyes).

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