(Dream) job: travel writer- busting the myth (part 1)
November 23rd, 2009 by paulaby Andrea Davoust
Simple job description, isn’t it? Go to a place. Write about it. Ha! That, and a million obstacles to trip you on the way. If, Indiana Jones-like, you live through the soul-crushingly grim hotels, artery-crackingly greasy street food, bone-jarring bus rides, and encounters with every shade of humanity, then you get to hang up your hat and whip, and like Professor Jones in his academic suit and glasses, offer the fruit of your exotic experiences to the public. In other words, you sit bleary-eyed in a cybercafé typing up bus schedules and museum opening hours, while regular travelers kick back with a sundown beer, and envy you. Little do they know! Let’s bust the myth.
Myth number one: your “dream” job awes everyone.
Sure, fellow Western travelers sigh after your luck, getting paid – actual money! – to write about places. But an astonishing number of local people, those whose brains you need to pick in order to get that writing done, i.e. hotel clerks, tourism office employees, etc. don’t know, don’t care, or are simply annoyed at you for interrupting their boyfriend-text-messaging sessions. Often, I have openly explained that I am gathering information for a “guía de viaje” and asked about jungle tours, or just to see a hotel room, or another seemingly simple query. “Oh you are a guía, where is your group?” No, no, it is just lil’ ol’ me and I’m writing a book to inform tourists about you. “So how many people in your group?” they ask, hopefully peeking over my shoulder. Or they throw brochures at me, hoping it will make me go away. But every so often, I come across a good soul (= someone whose brain is switched on) who will go out of their way to help me in my quest. Bless them.
Myth number two: you get a whole bunch of freebies.
Let me recount the grand total of goodies I got for free in nearly six weeks through Central America: 1 glass of orange juice, 1 cup of coffee, 1 lunch (at a deserted jungle resort where I supposed the owner was bored, but he cleaned his plate in about five minutes, abruptly stood up and left me chewing alone), and after I had corrected a tour operator’s contact details by logging into our site in front of him and thus proved that I was not a fake like so many he had seen, 1 free tour of historical Leon, Nicaragua. The 3 beers that random drunken strangers have tried to buy me while I was quietly eating my lunch do not count. Regarding invitations to stay in fancy resorts or sip sophisticated cocktails in expensive restaurants or test the new skydiving tour, well, I am still waiting to be deluged with them. Not really
Even if I were able to, V!VA, like many other guidebook companies, does not allow its staff to take freebies.
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