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I once had a ripe sense of adventure.
Fifteen years ago, I spent seven months
wandering the streets of Australia,
New Zealand and Fiji,
partaking in daredevil activities and socializing with fellow travelers who
shared my curious and open-minded approach to life. I am proud that my
experiences were shaped by the in-person social interactions with fellow
free-spirits over a cup of coffee in a random coffee shop in Ovalau,
Fiji, at a hostel in Byron
Bay, Australia and during an earthquake in Christchurch, New Zealand.
Many days, the rising sun would wake me from my deep,
hard-earned slumber ‑ often enjoyed in the back of a 1978 Toyota Corolla
station wagon ‑ and my daily mission consisted of repacking my
backpack and heading to my “office” to retrieve long-awaited and eagerly
anticipated letters from loved ones and friends. I charted my travel itinerary
based on the next closest, and logical, American Express Travel Services office
I would come across, because the power of my personal mail was my only tangible
connection to the goings-on back home. Other travel essentials consisted of an
earmarked and highlighted Lonely Planet travel guide and a phone card to fund
my weekly calls home – often made from a desolate pay phone or packed phone
bank.
I lavished my independence and willingly embraced my ability
to completely separate from reality.
Lonely Planet recently launched lonelyplanet.tv, an online
destination – and companion to lonelyplanet.com – for travel enthusiasts who long
to view clips, trade travel tips, post classifieds, discuss underground haunts
and more with independent souls traveling the world. The site is intriguing,
informative and engaging. I have spent many hours obsessing about how my
travels would have been impacted by the recent onslaught of technological
advancements and growth of social networks.
Fifteen years later, my heart races when technological
challenges or simple scheduling conflicts impact my ability to seamlessly
connect with others. I have three e-mail addresses and two cell phone numbers, and
I research and book all travel online. I regularly share photos via Snapfish
and Flickr, gather all daily news through RSS feeds, communicate with friends
daily via e-mail and only gather my snail mail when I remember to visit the
mailbox.
My mind has been
wandering lately about whether or not I am capable of living out of a backpack
again. Could I possibly let lonelyplanet.com and my online social networks be
my guide? Probably. But my experiences on the road taught me the power of
word-of-mouth interactions and enabled me to truly appreciate the value of the
written word. I also cannot imagine how I could completely separate from
reality and enjoy traveling without checking my e-mail, posting photos and
calling home whenever I please.
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I think the main thing about a trip like that is you can be as disconnected as you want to be. Staying in hostels and traveling with complete strangers can really relax you and help you forget about the constant beep of a new e-mail. Thomas Friedman has a great article on it as well called The Age of Interruption. See it here: http://www.pierretristam.com/Bobst/library/wf-227.htm
There definitely is true value in "disconnecting" for a while.