aloof

lahore, pakistan
one of the reasons i never wanted to go to india was a fear of aloof travellers. there is nothing worse. the kind who wont say hello because you havent been in the country long enough, or dont eat only street food, or who are obviously much more spiritually linked to the country than you, man. I hate it. makes you feel like you should in fact try a bit harder. me, i like my way of life. if it means having pizza hut once a month in pakistan, thats fine. if i never ate pizza hut when i wasnt in my own country, i wouldnt have had a deep pan for about eight years, and i like them far too much for that. it goes back to having your own motives for doing things, but please dont impose them on me. i think you look absolutely ridiculous in a full length pakistani tribal outfit my friend, and, no, you dont fit in, not when you have earrings and long blond hair. incense in the dorm room? no thanks. either go all the way or be quiet. there is always someone who is more spiritual then you. these guys need to go to khaosan road in bangkok and see the foreigners who have become buddhist monks, walking barefeet up and down the road with shaved heads and a begging bowls, sleeping in the street and doing their thing. that is a bit spiritual. but bright clothes and a joint in your hand at a youth hostel? come on, youre missing the point.

that said, i arrived in the big city today, first foreigners ive seen for a few days, and man, where are all the people who are seeing the world to find the similarities, not the differences?