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Volume 6, November 2004 |
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Fistful of Rupees: By Jeff Greenwald, Ethical Traveler |
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“Excuse
me, sir, but what is your hobby?” Startled,
I stammered a brief but no doubt incomprehensible reply about astrophotography.
The lad took my gibberish in stride. “Very
good,” he recited handily. “Mine is coin collecting. I collect coins of
every country. Please, sir, you will give me a coin of your country. Any coin of
your country. I want a coin of your country. You
will give it to me NOW....” This
ingenious gambit was but a new angle on what has become one of the most common
and frustrating dilemmas faced by travelers. Children (of all ages) in India,
Nepal and Tibet – as well as Africa and the Americas – have come to see
begging as a lucrative and entertaining form of trick-or-treat. Nor are their
demands limited to cash. Returning tourists tell of being hounded for color
film, batteries, even Motrin. Young porters in Nepal’s Helambu region have
been caught soliciting AA batteries for their Sony Walkmans; it’s only a
matter of time before trekkers into that ethereal realm are assailed by
schoolchildren beggaring phone cards, MP3 diskettes and Nintendo cartridges. (In Hindu
and Buddhist cultures, of course, begging for alms is a well-established custom.
It supports pilgrims and monks while giving lay persons an opportunity to
practice generosity. Such spiritual mendicants, however, are easily
distinguished from four-year-old urchins who cling to your shins and allow
themselves to be dragged along for three miles.) There’s
a kind of chicken-and-egg question about begging and giving on Third World
trails. Which came first? Some people argue that impoverished locals, confronted
by invading hordes of affluent tourists, were the first offenders. This makes
little sense. People are unlikely to demand something they have never received
before – and expectations of winning coins, candies or “school pens” from
transient strangers were not conjured up by children in remote villages.
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* * Generosity
isn’t a habit we want to be cured of. Despite our sometimes better judgment,
we will give things away. The trick,
of course, is to do it without promoting greed or tooth decay. It isn’t
difficult. With a bit of imagination and planning, gift-giving can be one of the
most pleasurable parts of a trip – and a great way to forge connections with
local children and families. What to
keep in mind The first
thing to remember while packing for a trip is that generosity doesn’t have to
mean giving away things. Sharing a bit
of yourself, opening a window into your own world, is a good place to begin.
During my years as a travel writer I’ve learned that people around the globe,
from Bali to Belgium, have one thing in common: they all want to know about my
family, and see what my home looks like. For the
oddest thing about westerners – from the Thai or Malian point of view – is
that we tend to travel alone. Our
apparent solitude is incomprehensible to people who have lived in one village,
within an extended family, for generations. The quickest way to break the ice is
to pack along some family snapshots, and a few dozen postcards of your home
town. Such evidence places you in the world as a legitimate resident – and
creates a foundation for dialogue and friendship. Dealing
with children is not much different. They, too, are acting out of a natural
curiosity: a desire to make contact with the bizarre-looking aliens tromping
through their villages. Begging is a simple form of communication, and the
possibility of a reward makes it all the more fun. But what these kids really
want (like kids everywhere) is to be entertained. If you know how to juggle, do
string figures or play the harmonica, you’ve got it made.
A plastic
magnifying glass, strong enough to burn holes in a dry leaf, seems miraculous to
kids seeing it for the first time (but don’t leave it behind; especially in a
village of grass huts). Any toy store, or an outfit like the Nature Company, can
supply you with cheap but astounding objects like gyroscopes, holograms and
magnets. When I stop for a lunch break – and find myself surrounded by a bunch
of kids with outstretched palms – I’ll hand out colored pencils, and let
them draw in my sketchpad. It’s great fun and their uninhibited sketches of
mountains, flowers and beefy tourists in blimp-like parkas are among my most
prized souvenirs. Rules for giving gifts Though I demonstrate things
like kaleidoscopes and prisms, I rarely give them away. The kids don’t mind;
their natural appetite for engagement has been satisfied. Sometimes, though, at
an unusually hospitable lodge, I’ll befriend the owners and want to offer a
token gift to them and/or their children. For these situations, I offer two
rules of thumb. First, and
most importantly, never give gifts directly to children. Give the present
to a parent (or an older sibling) and let them make the actual presentation.
Such a gesture is a sign of respect, and reinforces the endangered notion that
family members – rather than wealthy tourists – are the ones to turn to for
gifts and rewards. Second,
it’s unwise and irresponsible to give away money or candy (unless you’re
planning a follow-up visit with a dentist). There are other gifts more genuinely
expressive of one’s personality. Picture postcards, mentioned before, are
light and cheap, but are always cherished – and displayed – by the people
who receive them. Ballpoint pens, folding penknives or “disposable” lighters
(they’re refilled all over the Third World) are also appreciated. Don’t get
too exotic; a travel companion once gave a Moroccan woman a little green
flashlight, and she chucked it into her stew. Kids are
easier. I recommend balloons, tops (stock up on those little Hanukkah driedels
before your trip), magnifying lenses, prisms, little rubber dinosaurs or
those cool hologram stickers sold in card stores. These are fun and educational
presents that kids can share, and that might help them unlock a few secrets of
the universe to boot. *
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It’s a
tough call. But playing doctor can sometimes backfire, with terrible results.
What if the child is allergic to penicillin? What if blind faith in a temporary
treatment (applying iodine, for example) keeps a villager from seeking further
care? My sense
is that it’s best to help however one can – short of dispensing drugs. I
won’t leap to the aid of anyone with a bruised elbow, but if a situation looks
threatening I usually try to deal with it. In a few cases I’ve found out where
the nearest health post was and given a relative (or local porter) enough money
to take the sick or injured person there. This kind of behavior risks casting
westerners as cure-all philanthropists, but watching people suffer isn’t much
of an alternative. Again, there’s nothing inherently wrong with giving;
problems arise when people give compulsively, without regard for the
consequences. Although
I’ve portrayed myself as something of a saint, let it be known that I’ve
left the imprint of my Vibram sole in more than one kid’s rear end (the Indian
coin-wallah being a prime example).
I’ve also denied help to people who probably had legitimate claims on my good
will. What to do? The issue is confusing and every encounter is different.
As with so
many other situations, though, a little mindfulness goes a long way. Before I
give away anything to anyone, anywhere, I find it useful to ask myself a few
questions. Will what I’m doing improve this person’s life, or degrade it?
Will it promote greed and dependency, or foster some small degree of autonomy?
And finally: how will fellow travelers to this place – tomorrow, next month or
10 years from now – be affected by my actions? For unless we can find a way to
stop the cycle, what is now an irritating habit will become for many Third World
residents and their children a way of life. This frightening prospect became vividly clear to me two years ago, after I’d dragged an unusually persistent Limbu brat – affixed like a leech to my leg – all the way to his packed-earth house on Nepal’s Naudanda Ridge. I deposited him on his doorstep, rapped on the door and began lecturing his mother. My name, I told her, is not “One Rupee;” she might try teaching her kid some manners. She
gave me an apologetic look, and extended her hand. “One rupee,” she demanded. Oakland-based Jeff Greenwald is the author of five travel books, including Shopping for Buddhas, The Size of the World, and a recent anthology called Scratching the Surface. He is a contributing editor for Yoga Journal, Tricycle, and Travel+Life magazines, and serves as Executive Director of Ethical Traveler, a global alliance of travelers dedicated to human rights and environmental protection.
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