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When I was younger, leaving sixth-form college, I didn’t go backpacking in my gap year before University. The reason for that is simple: I didn’t go to University and thus I had no gap year. No, unlike my peers, I went straight into the world of work and threw myself into all the adult things: going for drinks after work, tearing my tie-off as I left work in a masculine display of it being Friday, and the general hum-drum of being old enough to have horrible, dreadful responsibilities. And I have to say I didn’t really think again about back-packing for years after. But then, all of a sudden, I started hearing stories of woe: Thailand was getting very westernised, people were beginning to say. And not in a good way. By all accounts Thailand was becoming somewhere far removed from the place it had once been, the place of magic and tranquillity and beach culture that got people going there in the first place…
And this has put me into panic mode in the past few weeks: I’ve been thinking a lot about whether or not after ten years I am too old to go back-packing. And if not soon, when? I can’t see myself having the time once I have a family and get married (If I am lucky enough to….).
So it’s a conundrum, you see: do I throw in the towel and tell my boss I’m going away for six months or wait it out and…hope somehow I magically get rich enough one day to retire from work?
Beats me.
I know one thing: I am not happy with last year’s trip to the Lanzarote Villas and a rubbish beach full of westerners. I want culture, but the question remains…Is it too late for me to enjoy the experience in Thailand itself?