The following post was very interesting and it reminds me of a lot of good things, so I’m writing this.
The World is Waiting: Why it is ok to be a Tourist
Philosophy of being a tourist
In Japan, I haven’t heard many cases that tourists made some inconvenience to the locals, except the story in Tsukiji Market. (They are trying to get along with international tourists now. Don’t worry if you are visiting there.) Good manners are necessary, of course, and I can’t help wishing people don’t be exclusive anywhere and anytime in the world.
What impressed me most was this part.
>There is nothing more mind-opening than having your perspective radically
altered by an experience you could never have predicted you would have. While I
believe it is when you step away from tour buses that you have personal
experiences while travelling, visiting somewhere as a tourist is definitely the
first step. Travelling will teach you about different norms and beliefs, how kind
strangers can be, you may pick up some words in another language or cookery
I strongly agree with this. The following is my own experience.
My experiences in Australia
It is quite embarrassing to tell you, but this episode is the best to prove it.
In short, I was about to respond to a junk e-mail when I was looking for accommodation. (It is also true that crazy people are everywhere!) It was my first experience to stay abroad and live with English, my second language. I was happy to get an e-mail from a “good person,” but my friends there (they were kind of “tourists” as well) and my language school teachers stopped me, telling me that she was trying to make away with my personal info. I can’t thank you more, my dear friends!
My Brazilian friend had a similar story. She was on the way home after a party. She met some crazy guys sitting next to her so close on the train, but a guy who she didn’t know helped her to call the police. After that, the police called a taxi to her flat.
Of course, I have non-danger-related episodes as well. I’ll never forget a glass of orange juice my friend gave me, some advice for my performances in the street from a local guy who was a public speaker, warm meal and words in my favorite cafe, etc.
I have so many good memories that I can’t write them all.
My conclusion is that outside of “comfort zone” is not as uncomfortable as people think.
I met a lot of kindness. People gave me a lot of love. When I remember them, I feel so thankful that I get moved to tears. Every other day we get sad, sinister, terrifying news from TV or anything like that, but they made me rethink that it was not all of this world. Still, humans are warmhearted.