Travel Movies
Dear Savvy Traveler,
My parents had the travel bug way before I was born. By the
time I was thirteen I could comfortably eat Dal Baht with my fingers,
give directions around Macu Pichu (And, more importantly, not snicker
when I pronounced Lake Titicaca), sleep on Nepalese busses, and hang
out with anybody, anywhere. My passport was as full of stamps, as my
head was full of exotic climes.
As a disillusioned gen. Xer in my twenties, I spent a good
portion of the early '90's, backpacking around the world. I prided
myself on being a traveler, not a tourist. I went out of my way to
learn the language well enough to get along comfortably, but never
was I anywhere long enough to acquire a level of fluency that allowed
me to really discuss Zen meditation, or Nietzche. I ate the local
cuisine where the locals ate and more often that not had the best
food in the country, for nothing, at little open air stands. I'm not
sure why I felt the need to give you a biography. Maybe it's to try
to give you an idea how long my life has been saturated with travel.
And to tie in movies...
My father made me watch Midnight Express before I went to travel
Mexico on my own for the first
time, at the tender age of eighteen. I got the less than subtle hint.
I must admit almost any movie makes me want to travel. I got the itch
to go on the road after seeing Dinner with Andre. But the urge to
travel got so overwhelming as to make me dizzy when I saw the movie
Amerikan Passport (sic). It is a new documentary, playing the
festivals right now. The web site is www.amerikanpassport.com. I
hope it will be somewhere where you can see it soon.
Toby
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