How to be a Gracious Tourist

I’ve been a tourist for the last few weeks.  I was a tourist in my own home of Raleigh, NC because I was living in a hotel and on a mission to enjoy the city’s quintessential restaurants and then I was a tourist in my new home of Hawaii because I was (and am) living in a hotel and tasting as much of Oahu as possible.  I’m blessed because I’ve been a tourist so many times in my life.  My childhood, schooling and professional lives have all afforded me so many opportunities to travel so I have often been the person who stands out with a grating accent, glaring clothes and awful manners.

 

And while I know that on most of my trips – in spite of my best efforts -  I’ve been the “rude American”, I also feel that I have a carefully honed sense of how to not be THAT annoying tourist.  You know the one.  You might BE the one.

Here’s what THAT annoying tourist looks like:

  • Total inability to say “yes”, “no”, “thank you” and “please” in the native tongue;
  • A tendency to demand assistance from locals who work in the service industry;
  • Utter disregard for the local style of dress including but not limited to ratty sneakers, jorts and/or fanny packs;

    If you’re going to go fanny pack, get one in every color!

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  • Overuse of photography, particularly at sites of religious or patriotic significance
  • Speaking volume that exceeds that of anyone who actually lives in the locality.
  • Public, verbal claims that the city or country wouldn’t exist without your tourist dollars or your country’s military assistance.

More importantly, here are a few tips for being a truly gracious tourist!

  • Learn at least a few important phrases in the local language.  This employs the concept of “try”:  Most of the time, if you just try, people will appreciate the effort.  Interestingly, there’s subset of the American population that gripes against the Spanish language signage in our cities.  That same subset cannot begin to speak French, Spanish, Japanese or any other language when traveling abroad.  The irony is lost on no one.
  • Observe local fashions and behaviors and adjust yours accordingly. For example, in Paris when you have dinner in a mid-range café you stand out – in a bad way -  if you’re wearing your Teva sandals, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.  The French are typically less casual than Americans so do your best to fit in and dress it up a little.
  • Practice humility.  When you visit a foreign land you are just that – a visitor.  Your job is to observe, to show respect and to acknowledge that the customs of that land are both appropriate and unknown to you.  If you find yourself thinking “they’d never do that in America”, don’t complain.  Count yourself lucky that you’ve experienced real foreign culture.  And for heaven’s sake don’t insinuate that the people you are visiting couldn’t exist without you!
  • Use your memory-cam.   I will always remember my first visit to Pearl Harbor in Hawaii. I was about 10 years old.  Pearl Harbor is a sacred place to Americans – it is like the site of the World Trade Center – a place where we mark being attacked.  My memories are mostly filled with the images of non-American tourists taking jovial photographs and laughing loudly while walking through a memorial for lost American lives. When in a foreign memorial or sacred place, think of how you’d feel if people took gleeful pictures in Arlington National Cemetery or Pearl Harbor where we honor those who sacrificed their lives.  Your memory-cam is probably better than your actual camera in such settings.

What are some other ways to be a gracious tourist?

Chaos!

When I sketched out a few ideas for this week’s blog posts, I realized that my life would be total chaos right now, so I penned in a few “light” topics.  You know, to make it easy.  And now, as the week is dawning, I’m so overwhelmed with to-do’s that I can’t even begin to write something useful.  Instead, I’ve decided to do a quick list recap of the last few weeks.

In the last two weeks I’ve…

  • …Put almost 4000 miles on my car and every mile is precious because they’ve made up the distance between me and some truly treasured people.
  • …Taken over 1200 pictures.
  • …Prepared my pale self for Hawaii (pina colada and all)
  • …Been in 5 different states and rested my head on the pillows of four different hotel chains.
  • …Readied our house for its new owners.
  • …Said bon voyage to a car and many boxes of belongings.
  • …celebrated at least 7 achievements with friends culminating in the nuptials of one of my dearest friends.
  • …Watched a whole lot of really fast cars drive in circles for 600 miles.  Yeah NASCAR!
  • …Lost my ipod.
  • …Packed my entire life into 4 suitcases… and wondered why I even have all that other crap…

  • …Finished up an awesome workshop on blog planning (and then failed to stick to the plan within 1 week)
  • …Seen the culmination of months of work in an awesome conference designed to help people lead healthier lives.
  • …Reunited with dozens of people before I go traipsing off to the Pacific ocean.
  • …Forwarded my mail to multiple new addresses none of which are mine.

And in less than 24 hours, we’ll leave this house for the last time and begin, in earnest, a journey of temporary homes and plane tickets and insanity that will hopefully end with me and The Gentleman, pina coladas in hand, on Waikiki Beach.

 

 

Four Must-Do Trips from Hawaii

When The Gentleman called me to tell me we would be moving to Hawaii, my thoughts raced. What about my job? But our families are close here! I sunburn easily! What if there are Palmetto bugs in our new house?

OOOOOO the flights to Australia will be cheaper than they are from here.

And right in there between the third and fourth “O” in my “OOOOOO” I was sold.  For the past few weeks while I should have been focused on what to pack in which shipment, I’ve been thinking of which countries we can more easily visit from Hawaii than we can from North Carolina.

And I’ve made a list.

(Of course I have)

And so, without further ado, the four places we MUST GO while we live in Hawaii:

1.  We’ll start with Australia and New Zealand since I spoiled it up there.  I want to hike Tongariro Crossing and check out the wildflowers near Mt. Cook and drink wine on Waiheke Island.  And who doesn’t want to see a kangaroo hop, and site-see the Great Barrier Reef and drive a clunker of a truck into the Outback (no, not the restaurant). If we’re somehow hand-tied into taking only one of these trips, this will be it.  We’re going.  Period.

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2.  Thailand.  I can’t even begin to list the things I’d want to do in Thailand.  The Grand Palace in Bangkok!  Khao Yai National Park!  Can you imagine me trying to keep myself from leaping into the water at the floating market to score some fresh produce?  Me neither.  I also need to ride an elephant.  I need to kayak Phuket.  Are you reading this, Gentleman?  I need.

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3.  Japan.  We’ll obviously need to spend a couple of months weeks in Japan.  I’m confident we’d swing through Okinawa to say “hi” to our military brethren there and naturally we’d need a little beach time there too.  Then I’ll want to see the temples in Kyoto and photograph the cherry blossoms by the Imperial Palace and EAT!  Oh man, I can’t even begin to talk about the things I want to eat.  It wouldn’t be okay to leave without seeing the Daibutsu of Kamakura.

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4.  Alaska.  What?  Yep.  See, Alaska is a fairly quick flight from Hawaii and while this Southern girl has grown up oppressed by 90+ degree heat, I remain at heart a winter-weather kinda gal.  In short, I’m going to need some sub-50° temps if I’m to survive.  Also, I need  (see, there it is again) to be in Denali National Park and I must cruise Glacier Bay.  Basically, I need some great scenery and sweater-weather.  So, we’re coming for you, Alaska.

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It seems the conversation about me needing a valid passport to move to Hawaii has become more relevant, no?  Don’t worry – it’s only invalid because I’ve not changed it to my married name…but I’ll have the updated one soon and then….?

Well, where else should we go?