I am currently in: Jakarta, Indonesia
If there really is a place called Hell and another called Heaven, and if getting to Heaven means I have to give up the things that could get me in Hell… well… I hope melanin and dark skin work in the afterlife.
When I travel, my morals still travel with me, but there is something about traveling that frees me; I live a few weeks of excess that I normally don’t partake in during my routine day-to-day life of work.
The Seven Deadly Sins are a Christian classification of objectionable vices, used since early times to educate Christian’s on mankind’s tendency to sin. My Seven Deadly Travel Sins are the sins I often always commit when I travel. Damn me to hell!
Definitions from Wikipedia
Derived from the Latin gluttire, meaning to gulp down or swallow, gluttony is the over-indulgence and over-consumption of anything to the point of waste- in particular, food.
When I travel, my taste buds travel too. If there is anything I can attest to over-indulging in, it is local food. Usually when I am planning my travel budget, I set aside almost 30% of it for food. I’ll try my best to get by on street food and small bites, but that usually last only a few days before I am inside of some nice restaurant taking advantage of the inexpensive, locally caught prawns, crab and fish. In Sihanoukville, Cambodia for instance, you could get prawns the size of Kimbo Slice’s fists for less than $10 for a dozen. Like his UFC career, those prawns did not last too long when they were placed on my table.
Pride is considered the most original and serious sin. It is identified as a desire to be more important or attractive than others, failing to acknowledge the good work of others, and excessive love of self.
My definition of pride is different than what I posted above. For me, pride as a travel sin comes when I finally see or accomplish something that I dreamed of. For instance, the moment in 2009 when I stepped out of the Paris Metro station at Notre Dame, looked across the Seine River and saw the Eiffel Tower with my own eyes (a memory that still makes me smile). That was a prideful moment and since that day, I’ve had many of them. It is definitely a love of self- of self accomplishment. For many people, myself including, traveling gives us a sense of accomplishment, whether we save months for a trip or get sponsored. It is good to feel pride and being proud of the goals you achieve.
Greed is a sin of excess, characterized by a very excessive desire to pursue wealth, status and power.
I may not make anything close to a million, but I sure know how to look and act like a millionaire when I travel. You know what’s great about five-star hotels in third world countries? They cost about as much as a Best Western in the USA, only they don’t realize that and they treat you like a millionaire, especially when you have a million dollar swag. Get me in a suit, walking in pressing buttons on my iPhone and flashing a white smile, and I have them molded like puddy in my hands. It’s all about attitude and I’ve found that having the right attitude in many hotels and restaurants will get you a lot of free things. Greed is good.
Defined as having spiritual or emotional apathy, and being physically or emotionally inactive. In other words, sloth mean laziness.
Correct me if I am wrong, but don’t traveling and being lazy go hand-in-hand? At least when I am near a beach it does.
Turn the alarms off, matter of fact, don’t even let me see the time. When I’m vacationing where a beach is involved, sloth is the word of the week. I’m chillaxing on a beach sofa, umbrella above me, cerveza beside me and the sounds of the sea surrounding me. I love closing my eyes to the sounds of the waves and birds and waking up to the sun beginning to set. Come evenings, the beaches of Asia always seem to come alive with lively night markets and parties that don’t require the sloth in me to move much.
Those who commit the sin of envy not only resent that another person has something they perceive themselves as lacking, but also wish the other person to be deprived of it.
The envy I feel when I travel is directed at the locals. Many of them lack what we Westerners consider material wealth. Yet although they may be poor in the monetary sense, a lot of people I come across and meet on my travels appear to be full of emotional and spiritual wealth. Not only that, but they love living in the places that I only get to visit. I envy them for that.
Wrath may be described as inordinate and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger.
I feel wrath when I travel, when I look and learn about the injustice that local people have had to endure. In particular, I have strong feelings of wrath when I visit areas of Australia where the aborigines have a strong presence. Seeing how they have been mistreated for over a century upsets me, especially when it is so obvious. I also have felt strong feelings of wrath when visiting Cambodia and Vietnam. Anger at the treatment millions of innocent locals had to endure with decades of war.
Lust is usually thought of as excessive thoughts or desires of a sexual nature.
As much as some of you may want to read about sex here, unfortunately for you, that’s not what I am going to do. Lust for me when I travel is my lust for life and adventure.
I have a lust for happiness and I get that lust fulfilled every day that I am able to see somewhere new, meet local people, try new foods and simply take in every thing that surrounds me. I love being a part of this world in this day. Lust for life. Lust for love. Lust for adventure.
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