15 things everybody learns backpacking in Southeast Asia
21.07.2023 - 08:44
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From psychedelic milkshakes to overloaded tuk-tuks, there are some things everybody comes across when backpacking in Southeast Asia.
Whether you spent the brunt of your time beaching, boozing, motorcycling, meditating or trying to see it all, here are 15 things you likely learned.
All-night bus rides with bad action movies on loop, clutching the waist of a scooter driver as he weaves through Ho Chi Minh City traffic, or buying a vintage Minsk motorbike to tear up mountain roads – you know that the act of motion itself makes for some of the best backpacking memories.
Thanks to any combination of traffic, vehicle break-downs, poor roads, bad weather or punishing hangovers you learned to accept the impossibility of arriving anywhere on time. Booking accommodation in advance was as rare as a concrete plan longer than two days.
Learning to chill rather than feel perpetually frustrated was one of the best lessons you took home with you.
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Disrespectful debauchery, fake orphanages, irresponsible development and a whole lot of other despicable stuff – spend long enough backpacking in Southeast Asia and you know that tourism’s destructive side starts to glare.
At first you felt like part of the problem. But you learned to search out homestays, socially responsible tours, eco-friendly projects and grassroot NGOs. Every little bit helps.
You know it’s not the locally-popular roadside food stalls that are likely to give you food poisoning. No, it’s the type of joints that serve penne al pollo and special steak tartare.
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A good tuk-tuk is like a chauffeured convertible crossed with a couch. Their people-carrying capacity seems to grow as each hour passes, capping somewhere around a dozen passengers after dark. For the price, it’s a luxury that can’t be beat.
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A smiling driver offered you a sweet deal. Then you agreed to help him “get gas”. And you quickly learned what that means: pretending to shop in soulless tourist trap boutiques while buddy gets “gas coupons” from the owners. Visions of adventure faded before your eyes – but you never made the same mistake again.
Durian: the much-loved ball of spikes with an acquired taste and a rather pungent aroma that reeks of sweat, garlic and sweet-scented paint thinner – detectable from a block away. You learned to love it or hate it – there is no inbetween.
Some monks look serene. Some monks drink whiskey and smoke cigarettes.You may have spotted one, red or saffron-robed and sneaking a smoke behind a crumbling temple wall or sipping a spot of Mekong Whiskey beneath a banyan tree.
Of course, this is prohibited by Buddhist precepts, and it definitely clashed with your original imaginings of monastic life. But