Why Backpackers Tend to Hate Each Other

Ugh. Just look at them.

I hate backpackers. They suck.

You know what I’m talking about.

They sit in authentic-seeming cafes that are secretly made just for them, wearing technicolored tie-die pants and scribbling seriously away in twee Moleskine notebooks. They congregate in great hordes in backpacker-approved areas, drinking beer out of strange, unwashed receptacles and showing one another their interesting, “ethnic” tattoos.

They carouse until late hours of the evening, and are fond of playing dub-step music right above your head when you’re attempting to drift off to sleep. They will, as a friend recently reported, freak out when they’re overcharged 12 baht for a lousy Khao San road hotel room, and will trek for miles to ensure they get a somewhat-cheaper pad thai lunch—and they will decide that looking at rice paddies for days on end “gets kinda annoying.”

By any measure, they are a pox on humanity.

However. I’m being a hypocrite.

Because by any standard, I too am a backpacker when I travel abroad. I’m in the right age demographic. I’m traveling independently. I’m not exactly over-endowed with money. I even write things.

So why do I hate my fellow backpackers so much? Why can’t we just kumbuya, maybe have some poorly advised sexual relations, go zip-lining together?

Herein lies the contradiction: I’m pretty sure most backpackers hate other backpackers, too. Sure, they might hang out with each other. Make out with each other. Drink curious blue liquids out of buckets together.

But I suspect many of these backpackers are secretly thinking of one another: “If only you weren’t here. Then I’d be having a real adventure.”

This is likely the root of the problem.

It’s really easiest if we just blame this man.


Most backpackers adhere to the Anthony Bourdain view of travel, wherein the milling and zombie-like hordes are “tourists” and the clear-eyed and intrepid and attractive are “travelers,” who grab unsuspecting exotic locales by the nuts and seize the day, or something like that—I may have become lost in the metaphor.

Third world countries like Cambodia, where I live, tend to attract more of the Traveler flavor, who started trickling in here after the war ended and have never really let up, eager to tell their friends about the Killing Fields, avaricious tuk-tuk drivers, and that time they did shrooms in Sihanoukville in roughly the above order.

Travelers here in Southeast Asia, like in all locales, really like to feel that they’re the only person ever to gaze upon the curious expanses of the Irrawaddy, the towering pyramid of Koh Ker, or that sparkly and probably mythological white-sand beach that requires a water-buffalo ride and a small-scale vision quest to reach. They are concerned with street cred.

Travelers (capital-T) not so secretly wish that they could be intrepid explorers of a latter era, able to claim they had fair-and-square discovered a place to those mouse-like folks back home—never mind how many natives were actually contentedly living in it at the time. (I submit Angkor Wat as a sterling example of this principle).

Unfortunately, this is all but impossible these days as the world becomes ever flatter and more globalized, forcing Travelers to either take greater and greater risks (hard, expensive) or live in a state of what can only be called denial—denial that they are not the first Westerner to set foot in the Deep Dark Catacombs of Prince Wazoo of Ancient Eastern Laos. If they can convince their friends back home that they are intrepid—well, that’s probably enough.

Showing the folks back home how sexy and adventurous you are is a major priority indeed, and this explains the Moleskine notebooks, which usually harbor profound observations that will make it into a critically-acclaimed book someday. Or at the very least, a Tumblr blog  called “Epic Adventures” or “GETTING OFF THE GRID” or “Sexy Girl 24 Globetrotter.” Extra points if these blogs include a photo of you eating a tarantula.

What backpackers think tourist attractions look like when one other Westerner shows up.


In some exotic locales, a chance meeting between backpackers becomes something of a Texas standoff, involving two somewhat unwashed people wearing Camelbaks, water sandals, and practical waterproof travelers pants in an earth tone.

There will be a lot of side-eye and glaring and pretending the other doesn’t actually exist, or, preferably, can actually be willed out of existence. They will take photographs at opposite ends of the attraction from one another, and will mutter darkly under their breath if their fellow Westerner accidentally ambles into a shot, entirely ruining its profound authenticity. The two backpackers will be forced to circle one another like jackals around a kill, sizing one another up.

If a conversation does occur, there will often be protracted one-up-mans-ship. This can escalate quickly.

“Oh, you didn’t take a row-boat steered by a triple amputee down the Clackabacky Rapids of Sudden Death? What a shame—that was the highlight of my trip,” says one backpacker, looking intensely bored as he chews on an imported Kudos granola bar.

The rival counters, clutching her bottled water with dogged intensity:

“I rode a mossy log down the Clackabacky Rapids of Sudden Death 20 years ago, when the triple amputee was just a double-amputee. We were nearly eaten by a crocodile. It was way better back then, I’m telling you.”

This conversation may continue for hours, but one thing is clear: these two will continue to not-so-secretly think the other totally sucks. Or at least has a stupid face.

Travelers do occasionally come together in dive bars, where they can continue to one-up each other over beverages and local, somewhat unsuccessful approximations of Western cuisine. Later, they may come to some form of mild understanding over some of the local booze: preferably the hyper authentic variety renowned both for its extreme potency and its ability to induce sudden, horrifying blindness.

UGH. TOURISTS. (Being awesome—just look at that lady on the right).


Not all tourists hate one another—tourists, of course, being what your average Traveler so fervently wishes to avoid with every atom of his or her being.

The average visitor to Disney World or the Louvre or Big Ben may harbor a certain white-hot hatred towards the people in front of them in an ever-expanding line, but they likely do not loathe the others simply for having the audacity to be there.

The average Tourist, for that matter, is not generally under the impression that they are expressing some sort of innate, wild pioneer spirit by taking Billy and Bobby and the ol’ lady to see Mickey Mouse, Niagara Falls, or Rome over the summer holidays.

When Tourists do manage to infiltrate an adventure-travel destination, the Travelers in the vicinity will often react to their presence as if they had suddenly been assaulted by a swarm of camera-toting bees.

The Travelers will often decamp en-masse from a formerly lovely spot when the Hawaiian-shirt attired masses make their appearance, speaking loudly among one another about the evils of tourism, tour guides, and the Industrial Entertainment System, or something like that. I think the argument all comes down to capitalism—those sort of arguments almost always do. Try not to be too offended if this happens to you, Tourist: hey, now you’ve got that beauty spot all to yourself!

If a Traveler happens to stand really really close to your tour group so he or she can listen to your guide’s informative spiel, while still managing to look bored and unconcerned, do not be alarmed. That is just a Travelers special way of expressing how useless tour guides really are!

Here’s me not being a tourist! I’m so awesome.


Heavens, yes.

I was drinking the Anthony Bourdain Kool-Aid from the age of 15 on, when I acquired a copy of “A Cook’s Tour” at a London book-sale and was forever turned into the sort of warped person who considers drinking cobra blood and contracting unmentionable parasites an enviable tourism goal.

I can also successfully blame my up-bringing: my grandfather was known for telling stories of drinking still-warm deer blood from the twitching carcass when he went hunting in Korea, ye these many moons ago.

Both my grandparents are in fact fond of telling me exciting adventure travel stories from their years in Asia and Europe, then ending it with a rather depressive—yet–haughty “But of course, I’m certain it’s ruined now” postscript. (Love you guys!)

So you could say that blood-drinking and adventure travel, the somewhat snobby kind, are endeavors I was destined to pursue from an early age—and you should direct all complaints to my relatives.

How do I travel? Usually scornfully, if I’m on a particular banana-pancake-suffused track.

I am not sure scornful travel is particularly pleasant, as one does spend quite a bit of time wishing that men who wear Angkor Beer tank-tops in public, revealing their lobster pink shoulders and hairy nipples, would kindly cut it out. That takes a lot out of you.

Further, this does cut down on my social opportunities, as if I step into a backpacker bar with reasonably priced mixed cocktails and esoteric local beer, there is a very high probability that I will be forced to listen to a man with remarkably poorly-maintained dreadlocks tell me how “Into the Wild,” like, changed his life.

And if that happens to me one more time,  so help me Christ, I will move to Iowa and sit in a corn field and never talk to anyone ever again.

That’s a lie. Also that book was OK. I don’t want to know what you thought about it.

Also; I don’t carry a Moleskine notebook, but I do write about travel and in fact even occasionally have a rudimentary, deep thought. You’re reading this, for example.


This is an interesting philosophical question. I suppose we could start with an international Anthony Bourdain ban, but I’m pretty sure the damage has already been done. It is too late for that.

I might ask why it really matters, if this is a problem actually in need of fixing. The essence of backpacking is a prickly desire to get away from it all, to bust out of one’s old paradigms—to make discoveries, even if they are not exactly new to science.

Adventure necessitates novelty: many backpackers would rightly wonder they’re even bothering if everyone else has been down the same old beaten track. Basically, backpackers are hipsters wearing about 20 percent less chic clothing.

Furthermore: I have derived some measure of pleasure out of somewhat confrontational one-ups-man-ship discussions at various bars around the world. Inadvertently, we learn from one another. Sometimes we even befriend one another, allowing us to swap travel tips and mildly disapprove of each other with the great equalizer of the Internet.

So I say: backpackers, keep on hating on each other.

Something would be forever lost from the adventure travel world without that small, pedantic spirit of superiority. We might as all just book ourselves on package tours, then.

(And have you seen those people?)

27 thoughts on “Why Backpackers Tend to Hate Each Other

  1. Red crow

    Well written and funny article. Never been a back packer but always wonder about how tiring it must be to travel like a backpacker and why do they do it when 5-star accommodation in many developing countries are even cheaper than what you can get for an average hotel in developed countries- the thrill of it, I guess.

    1. Nick

      Are you high? Why would I pay $60 for a 5 star hotel room when I can get a private, air-conditioned hostel room for $12? Are people that attached to tiny scented soaps?

      1. magictravelandrew

        Urgh, this is easily my least favourite Internet backpacker behaviour. My wife and I have a travel blog (naturally) and have been told a number of times that not only did we pay too much for accommodation but that we are, in some way, behaving unethically by paying what we did. For example…

        Us: we stayed in a nice guest house with a comfortable bed, very clean, big TV with a nice breakfast included for $20 per night.

        Them: When I was there I only paid $10 a night. Sure, my room didn’t have all that pointless fancy stuff like a comfortable bed but I guess you’re just not real backpackers. You should not have spent so much.

    2. Jordan

      I stay in the cheaper places, but only because I’m not so bothered about my room (it’s usually just a place to sleep) and I have a set budget but a not set amount of time travelling. So the more I spend on a room the less time I can spend travelling and the fewer places I can see. But it’s nice to splurge every now and then and book myself into a nice hotel. Each to their own I suppose.

  2. thelighttraveler

    This one cracked me up. =) Excellent points! I’m a newbie backpacker, and so by default I let other seasoned backpackers “one-up” me during conversations, though I hear them one-upping one another LOL. But oh, I am guilty as charged of feeling just the slightest bit of annoyance when I feel there are too many people in a site – yes, there’s nothing like having a place all to yourself – or at least, just sharing it with a few other people. =)

  3. Harry Pond

    Faine- I live in SR and this applies not only to backpackers (whom I do not run into very often) but also the NGO and the working abroad set. The good thing about the NGO set is that in addition to trying to outdo one another on their unique travel/experience creds they are also trying to show (while living on the NGO tit) that they are more Jesus like in their devotion to the poor unwashed in Cambodia (this is especially amusing in people teaching “life skills” or “job interview techniques” to clients of various NGOs who are coming for the free food handouts). Cheers, good job on a well written article, and welcome back where you belong. Never forget that we are all hypocrites (except Robert Earl Keen Junior) and keep on writing.

  4. eMBee

    the solution is simple: couchsurfing, hospitalityclub, globalfreeloaders!
    stay with locals, go where they go and stay away from any tourist and backpacker destinations. (unless your local host takes you there, and then you can revel in the fact that you have a personal tourguide)

  5. Staire

    Writing this from Khao San road (pretty awesome eh). I think your real gripe is with bad people; those that embody the points you are so eager to define and lambast. Its quite the generalisation to attack an entire group of people… Generalisations are bad for many reasons I’m sure you’re well aware of.

    Then again, you would have to write and think a lot harder without such generalisations… Eitherway, there are a lot of ‘good’ folks travelling around who are not defined by being assholes.

    My battery is going to die now so I’ll leave it at that.

  6. I have backpacked a fair bit, and I have heard those conversations, and often they are why I don’t really talk to other backpackers (usually I am traveling alone). Another reason is (though possibly an extension of the first) that I don’t want to hear what I ‘simply must’ see, or have much expectations. Expectations lead to disappointment – if I assume that everywhere I go will be loud drunken Australian men in singlets and board shorts, the nice places are a pleasant surprise. Instead I travel by picking a point – “I want to see orangutans in Sepilok” – and getting there as cheaply as I can, because I am a poorly paid TEFL teacher. This may involve following the banana pancake trail at times, but I don’t think there’s much wrong with that.

    1. Sounds like you have a good approach. You’ll definitely be happier if you can avoid conversations about places you’ve been previously where you get told that you did it wrong or that you missed the whole point etc.

  7. Colin Jerse

    I’ve traveled a moderate amount and yes, you will always find people like this. But I feel doting upon this fact is pulling you away from why you went to said destination in the first place- which may be various reasons. There are no places left on the earth unseen unless you go to the bottom of the ocean. Don’t go on adventures to one up strangers, do them because you want to have an amazing experience because this may be the first or last time you may ever be able to go travel again and see a whole different side of the world. I’ve made plenty of friends while backpacking, people do talk about more than just their trip. You can meet some really amazing people that become life long friends.

    Well written article. Just seems to be putting a negative connotation on the the “original experience” that is traveling

  8. If I may give an advice to backpackers out there if they don’t want to constantly run into other backpackers and have a real adventure is to… well, have an actual adventure and actually go off the beaten track.
    Nowadays, I don’t really see the difference between a tourist going to see the Eiffel Tower or a backpacker in Thailand or Bali.
    Of course, actually going off the beaten track requires you to actually go on an adventure (that is drop your hipster things, go where no travel guide mentions, places that sometimes don’t even have wi-fi hotspot and don’t speak English. You won’t find many backpackers there, although you may find a few actual travelers and you may even have a great time with them sharing interesting stories.

  9. What a great article Faine!

    As a fellow ‘traveller’ living in Cambodia, I’ve been gritting my teeth a bit recently as the tourist season gathers momentum (what are these people doing here, I’m the westerner here thanks!). I, like many longer term travelers, tend to resent backpackers (amongst whose ranks I was on the start of this extended trip, and whom I shall become again when its time to move on). We were discussing this the other day – if I saw myself in the streets of Phnom Penh, what would I make of me? I’d probably pass myself off as just another 2-days-in-town tosser and not even say hi. So i’m trying to be less of a judgmental prick.

  10. “…backpackers are hipsters wearing about 20 percent less chic clothing.” – gold! *laughs awkwardly while trying to cover up just being caught taking photos of angkor wat with my ipad*

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  12. Oh, the good ol’ “travel/tourist” argument. w/e

    My favourite activity has become picking on those “older” travellers who haven’t settled down, got a spouse (or significant other), a car, a house, or even a job. Or those guys who’ve “dropped out” of western life because they found “so much more” in Eastern religions.

  13. Laughed out loud numerous times while reading this… Can you write a post on how much expats hate each other?? That’s my hang-up! “God!@#$%^, why can’t they just move somewhere ELSE?! This is MY ‘Third World’ neighborhood!” ^_~

  14. haha good article. Our views of what classify a backpacker are very different. When I backpack I go on treks. All backcountry. Long trails through seemingly endless forests, deserts, mountain tops, plateaus, etc. Trails like the Pacific Crest Trail, The Continental Divide, The Great Himalayan Trail, Te Araroa, etc. In my opinion backpacking is getting out there and experiencing the land and the small communities along your route. It’s experiencing life first hand and welcoming others lives. Funny article though. You definitely made me laugh.

  15. This article was a good read, I was brought here because i wanted to know what all the hate was about, I’m about to embark on my first trip backpacking through thailand and the reoccuring theme i keep encountering as im travelling with people who have been here before is that, Oh we don’t want to go there, It’s too “Touristy” or you wouldn’t get it because you’ve never travelled before, My take is that the #1 reason im there is to experience it all myself, the good and the bad, while many areas id like to visit are very popular with tourists, there’s a reason for that, because they are very beautiful..

    I’ve just noticed a lot of resentment from backpackers towards tourists, but in the grand scheme of things we are all there for 1 main reason, to get away and have new experiences!

  16. Isaac

    As I am in my early forties, I tend to attribute most of this to youth and fuzzy nostalgic recounts of “paradise” lost by writers and travelers. I heard the same recounts of the same location over 25 years ago in Central America. A romanticized notion of travel like a Hemingway novel with its “glorious” accounts of bullfights and Cuba. The primary change I’ve seen in the last 25 years is a general improvement of infrastructure in my travels through central and South America in the late 80 and 90’s and south east Asia in the 2000’s. One depressing observation has been the decline in natural spaces and our oceans, but people are still essentially the same. More people, more information, makes the world more crowded and less “foreign”. The globalized population is more familiar and comfortable leaving the most economically and politically oppressed populations to be plagued by “travelers” looking for novelty like freaks in a carnival act. I admit that I still enjoy traveling like a backpacker from time to time, however age makes you recognize your privilege. Most people don’t have the time, money, health or interest. My thought is that it you aren’t deriving your income from a place or that you have the option to walk away both fiscally and emotionally you are a “Tourist”.
    Happy Tourist.

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