Hitchhiking galaxies and why travel is not bad for the planet

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hitchhiking

galaxies and why travel is not bad for

the planet

hello i’m michelle yanachan

i’m standing in the rain by the side of

the road on the isle of aaron

cold and wet although it’s august

not just me there are four of us my arm

is out

my thumb is up not in the sense of

everything’s fine but everything’s not

fine

please give me a lift

but there are no cars in sight the day

had begun in glorious sunshine

we’d plan to climb goat fell my three

friends and i the island’s highest peak

but it was tougher than we expected and

we ended up circuiting the jagged

summits and granite ridges

among heather and juniper trees

as the day rolled on the clouds gathered

shifting from summer to winter in an

hour which is what everyone tells you

about scotland

it turned out to be a classic atlantic

squall with high

winds and sheets of rain the four of us

started laughing

but that soon quelled into moody silence

it was still a long way on a set back to

our hostel in la cranza on the north

shore

it turned out there was some traffic a

few cars that drove straight past

understandably after all there were four

of us

sodding muddy each carrying oversized

backpacks that were also

soaking wet but then there was the next

car

it looked small from far away but also

small up close

it was a mini not like minis now the new

models

this is the late 1980s the old style

mini

well named for its size still

i stuck out my thumb almost as a joke

and it slowed before stopping the driver

was a young

woman just a few years older than me

piling she said with her warm scottish

inflections

i looked at the four of us are you sure

of course she smiled water dries

we squashed in wearing our wet max and

our muddy trainers with our pack

squashed on our laps

sorry i said we’re messing up your nice

car

she shook her head handing around

hard-boiled sweets before giving us top

tips

on where to find the best chips a

sheltered spot to swim

her favorite pub the windows were

steaming up and she rubbed them with the

sleeve of her denim jacket

pinned with badges such as cnd and save

the whale

she was my instant hero

she went out of her way that day driving

us right to the door of our hostel

i can’t remember her name but i will

never forget

her effortless kindness she made me look

forward to the day when i might have a

car

and give someone totally unpresentable

like we’ve been

a lift even before covid

hitchhiking was becoming less common

among travellers

yet it’s still one of the most elemental

ways of moving around

asking a favor of a stranger being

awarded one

a stranger that’s a tricky notion right

now

but some of my most cherished trips have

stemmed from the thumbing rides from

strangers

once in northern laos sitting on the

verge after the bus i was riding broke

down

a passing truck driver stopped he let me

and another traveller sit atop his cargo

of rice

till we reached the next town five hours

away no money exchanged

that other traveler and i ended up

continuing to shishwang banana in

southern china

she and i stayed in touch for years time

to time remembering the driver

who never knew he forged our friendship

it’s for chances such as these brushes

with strangers

that we travel and why we will travel

again

and we will travel again but it will be

different

we will travel less will be more

selective

more considered we’ll think harder about

our trip in advance

we’ll anticipate trips more fully more

richly

and by giving each trip more time more

attention

we will travel deeper we will remember

more keenly like that rain drenched trip

to the west coast of scotland

age 15 planned on my bedroom carpet with

maps requested by post

from the scottish tourist board and a

booklet from the youth hostel

association

i persuaded these three friends to come

with me the only way my mum and dad

would rub us out my plans

we left by trains and watford for the

greatest

trip of our lives the memories still

make me smile

the seeds of a life and travel we

trekked

we swam we made new friends

what is it about movement and all that

it holds for us

it’s not just something we covet it’s

something we need

it’s our beat we’re migrants all of us

that’s our resilience our history

we will always travel in fact

contrary to popular opinion right now we

travel to survive

to thrive so how unnatural it feels when

we cannot travel

freely that’s a new situation for many

of us

the lucky ones who used to travel much

of the world with absolute ease

official borders are relatively recent

inventions

most were drawn up in the last couple

centuries

the framers of the 1948 universal

declaration of human rights

attested a person’s right to leave any

country

including his own and to return to his

country

sounds good the right to leave the right

to return

but where do you go in between well

that’s complicated

while leaving your country may be a

human right entering another country

isn’t

and how acutely we feel that now

i’ve always loved crossing a border like

an act of disobedience

the free song that feeling of a new

adventure unfolding

the blast of freedom but i also know

what else borders can mean

as a barrier to another life to a dream

to real freedom my mother and her family

escaped

czech slovakia in 1948 a soviet

influence expanded they arrived in

germany as refugees

for 40 years they lived in exile

some of the family back in czech

slovakia were thrown into prison

as a punishment for their escaping there

were many they never saw again

who died before they were allowed to

return

i know about families about continents

ripped apart by borders

a few years ago i rented a car in prague

to explore the western borderlands of

the czech republic

the region where my family had fled

through in the dead of night

it was hard even to find a trace of a

border

the road just rolled on into germany

i studied the map again trying to locate

the former no-man’s land

the buffer zone between east and west at

a nondescript village called plett

i followed an unsealed lane into

woodland

there i found an abandoned centre post

in the trees

a hundred meters on was a sign

caution state border behind another

notice

buddhist republic deutschland nobody was

around

there was only the buzzing of insects a

farm building in the distance

would have once represented freedom

childishly i darted back and forth

across the invisible border

just because i could just because i

could

there’s resonance in that today

in 2004 i traveled the entire length of

the eu’s eastern boundary for a story

just before 10 more countries joined the

union by train and bus i journeyed from

estonia to latvia to lithuania to poland

and so on

the only reason i knew i was in a new

country was the beep beep

of my nokia notifying me the network had

changed

that’s how history shifts

ten years earlier i’d taken the

trans-siberian route from beijing to

moscow

passing through mongolian grasslands

across the endless step of russia

towards the setting sun one of the

passengers began to pass through the

carriage

his arms draped in heavy black leather

jackets

distributing them out we discovered he

wanted us to wear them at the border

so we could avoid playing duty the

jackets

would contraband i didn’t hesitate

so much of my traveling life has

benefited from the kindness of strangers

that it felt good to do a favor i also

welcome the extra edge to my journey

the rush in spite of the august heat i

slipped my arms into the sleeves of the

jacket

it turned out they were all extra large

most of us were swallowed up in the

clothing

but we all joined in the subterfuge the

entire

carriage had unanimously become the

smugglers and compasses

arriving at the mongolia russia border

the customs officials boarded

they moved through the carriage

evidently unamused by the sea of black

leather attire

i was singled out perhaps as the only

one with a western passport

heart one of the officials asked me

like i shook my head even though i was

sweating

whose jacket he asked i didn’t flinch

mine the man said nothing

my dirt and my nerves were now jangling

and i filled the silence inventing a

rambling story about a vendor at the

train station in beijing selling

cut price quality jackets and how nobody

wanted to miss out

sorry i added at the end hoping my

spontaneous apology

wasn’t taken as an admission of guilt

he knew i was lying but for whatever

reason

he decided to overlook my transgression

and the entire carriages

i like to think his decision was an act

of kindness too

later the chief smuggler circulated the

carriage to collect his stock

nodding his thanks she is here he paused

in front of me

thank you over the next few days

i watched him on the platform animatedly

selling his wares

feeling a little bit triumphant myself

one day he bought me three gladioli

one of the few things you could buy at

the train stations of eastern russia

back in the early 1990s babushka sat on

small wooden stools selling pots of

homemade red currant jelly

and flowers from their garden i trimmed

the long stems

putting them in a cut down water bottle

they lasted till moscow the withering

blossoms a daily reminder

of the kindness of strangers

u.s president joe biden said in his

inauguration speech

there are some days when you need a hand

there are other days

when we’re called to lend a hand that

often becomes more apparent

more poignant when we’re traveling

i have a romantic belief that world

peace can be achieved through travel

if we loved a trip to damascus we care

more about what’s going on in syria

and the decisions our government makes

affecting that country

we watch the news more closely and it

matters more

we think about the muslim owner of a

restaurant we ate at in mandalay

who might now be in a camp across the

border in bangladesh

or protesting on the streets of nypadore

or the shoe shiners in guatemala city

children around the same age as my kids

who

lucky for them go to school and come

home to a hot dinner

and a clean table to do their homework

on

i picture all those vendors in luxor

with business as slow as it is

and the hustlers upriver in the third

bolivar venezuela

hoping the tourists will come back to

see angel falls

i think about the brother and the sister

who i bought a fresh coconut from in

bentoto sri lanka

a few days before the boxing day tsunami

and wonder if they’re still alive and

the whereabouts of the guy who i danced

with in havana

who just wanted to get out travel

fosters empathy

i wonder if the emissions from the plane

from plane travel

can be offset by how many wars have been

averted

war and its massive carbon footprint

because some travel some encounters

might have contributed to increased

understanding between nations

kindness between people fanciful you

might say

perhaps but perhaps not entirely

my first glimpse of a mountain gorilla

was in windy and penetral forest uganda

it was the broad shoulder of a black bag

called bahati

he was stripping branches and chewing

leaves i studied his fingers so similar

to my own

with their scuffed cuticles the half

moons barely visible

trying to stay still i realized i was

holding my breath

as i heard his deep chesty sigh like i

said

later that afternoon at the uganda

wildlife authority office

i was interviewing the head ranger

herbert for a program i was making for

the bbc

what is it that you love most about your

job i asked him

the camera rolling he didn’t hesitate

the money he replied i was crestfallen

anything else i asked recalling our

powerful morning encounter

when you have a government job like me

you know you’ll get your salary at the

end of the month

hope it continued that’s why i love my

job

sure herbert went on to speak about the

pride he felt protecting the endangered

mountain gorilla

as well as how honored he was to lead

visitors who travel there from all over

the world

but the takeaway was his sentiment about

livelihood

we might think we traveled to take a

break to get away

for sunsets and cocktails but don’t

short sell yourself

remember your big tip for the helpful

tuk-tuk driver in siem reap

the carved soap stone hippo you bought

in harare

was a meteor tall beaded giraffe in

johannesburg

the city guide invited you to lunch with

their family after a tour of curitiba

the donation you made to a turtle

conservation programme in rajya ampat

because you were so moved watching her

mother lay her eggs in the middle of the

night

don’t forget all that the impact in your

travels is more profound than you might

realize

than you might ever know

and on reflection it might be those

encounters that turn out to be some of

your most

lasting searing memories i remember

herbert

as much as i remember the gorillas

and this is why we will travel again

as we all know so well more than ever

immersed in a pandemic

we are but links in a great long

interconnected chain

you pay your money you have an hour with

the gorillas

it goes towards herbert’s wages it keeps

the gorillas alive

ask yourselves not what you want to get

from travelling

but what travel can get from you

finally did you know we’re still

travelling

stand on the equator feet planted on the

ground

and you’ll be moving at 463 meters per

second

as the earth rotates on its axis that’s

1

670 kilometers per hour faster than a

jumbo jet

admittedly that speed gradually reduces

to zero as you move from the equator to

the poles

but even at the very northern and the

very southern points of our planet

you’re traveling quickly the orbital

speed of the earth around the sun

is 30 kilometers per second or 108

000 kilometers per hour not forgetting

the orbital speed of the sun

around the galactic center which is more

than seven times quicker than that

at eight hundred thousand kilometers per

hour

i close my eyes and find solace in these

speeds

conjuring images of the earth slightly

tilted

spinning full circle in just a day as it

hurries around the sun

and as the sun whizzes around the

supermassive black hole

at the heart of our milky way

see in this way the dot that is our

planet seems particularly small

especially vulnerable it needs us more

than ever not to forget what we have

loved as well as what we have lost

as we re-emerge this year scarred

to remember how more loudly the birds

seem to sing

or if it is that we’re living more

quietly

to remember how the air tastes different

in the city with fewer cars on the road

to remember how good it is what a relief

it is

to wake up feeling well strong healthy

to remember the sense of emancipation

being permitted to head outdoors

our curious perception of the passage of

time it’s bending

it’s trickery to remember feeling unable

to plan

therefore always being free

we will travel again but as we prepare

to get going

let’s not tune out what we must do to

travel more carefully

to travel with more care slowing down

and taking our time to discover the nub

of a place

while there to treasure the chance of

meeting a stranger

the kindling of a new friendship and

ultimately

to take better care of the planet we

stand upon

that happens to take us travelling every

day

even if we hardly know it

thank you for listening