A new breed of customers in travel and tourism industry ... travrist... Are you one of them?

1. I am Travrist
Not a Traveler nor a Tourist

2. Jingle of a Tourist:
I live in the moment, drinking the beauty
Stealing away the moments from lives’ duty
I stop at every corner, known for its’ history,
My camera is silent keeper of protohistory
Speed is my thing; I cannot do without it
I tread along the globe with my travel kit
A guide book in hand, I listen to the stories
Truth spiced with half baked forgotten glories
The comfort of the massage in spa of my resort,
Drinks, barbeques, of luxuries nothing falls short

3. Restless heart of
the traveler is finds
peace in exploring
new places, living
another life in
unknown place.
The nomadic gene
would not rest until
the senses feel
another world
within ours.
To live another life,
feel the unknown is
what drives the
traveler.

4. Tourist’s eyes are hungry for newer places to see. He wants to hold on to
the second, where he can see a new place. Once seen, he quickly moves
to another.
Like a conqueror, he believes in reaching a place, looking at it, clicking
few pictures and again moving to newer one.

5. I am a new face in travel and tourism industry. I do not belong to the type of
extensive travelers nor am I a part of the group called tourists. I am a new kid on
block – I am a “Travrist”. I am a nightmare for anybody, who is calling me up to sell a
Holiday plan for 25 years or a single holiday for 5 days. Neither of them can
understand me, my requirement. As my name suggests, I am a bit of both. I
encompass both the worlds of a traveler and a tourist.

6. The traveler in me pushes to plan my holiday in lesser know places. Lesser explored areas where
I would get a glimpse of live. Taste local food, preferably from the road side stall. While the
tourist in me who wants to look at a place, click some pictures and then hop to another place for
sightseeing, the traveler would hold me back to explore and experience every detail.
A traveler would consider one or two places to visit in a single trip. He would not like to mix
living one live with another. The tourist would definitely like to pack as many places as he can
find in one trip. So, does a travrist choose a destination?

7. A travrist would perhaps go to google, and list down few popular locations. Then
he would plot all the places of interest nearby, especially the unknown or
relatively lesser popular ones along different routes. Then he would categorize
similar experiences or places, eliminating the experience he had earlier. Out of
the similar locations, he would choose the most famous or exceptional one and
more on to the next. Looks like a lot of work, yes, travrist is all about RnD and
getting the best. He is knowledgeable and would invest nearly 1 week for
planning. Needless to Say, the planning would start some months before the
actual event.

8. A traveler is impulsive, would perhaps choose a destination on the go. May be walk up to the
airport, railway station or bus station, look at the destinations chart and then buy a ticket. A
tourist would definitely go online or hop to different travel agents comparing the number of
locations in itinerary and the other facilities that is offered. If a traveler opts for a shared auto or
bus to feel a new life while the tourist would prefer the comfort of a private taxi, which is
reserved for him/her. The travrist would go for a mid way, which longer distance by reserved taxi
but hopping around the market in shared rickshaw.
A travrist, is a person the travel agents should beware of.
They are would not be fooled by the promise of so many
land marks. Promise them to take them trough 2
countries in half a day and they walk away. Promise
them an adventure like Man Vs Wild, and they will shy
away. Travrist needs customization and people who have
a knack to explore and want an element of surprise.
Surprise them, and treat them with knowledge of
relatively unknown and you have him signing up for your
holiday offer.

9. Not like one, different from the other, travrist is represent
both the world of traveler and tourist. Eager to explore and
yet looking out for the comfort of a holiday. Yes, I am a
travrist, what are you, traveler, tourist or a travrist?

10. Song of the Traveler:
Song on my lips, dust on my boots,
and dark night around me I take a
moment;
A moment to look around as I travel
the worlds unknown.
My Arabian horse - Lester, smiles at
me in the light on the lantern, we are
lost again
In the dense of the mossy thick forest,
echoing with wing’s drone.

11. The yellow parchment of my dog
eared tanned leather bounded
sweaty dairy;
Which I so lovely call my logs, is
eagerly waiting for my ink and quill
The stars speak, the midnight has
passed, I pack away the day,
As I decrease the flame, see the
creeping wet chill

12. Lester is snoring; peaceful with the
mossy air of forgotten foggy forest
trail
After a month and half in desolated
the parched land of dust
The sprit in me, forces me out of my
cozy cottage filled with aroma of
mushroom
To take on the paths not known,
under star, sun, or fog, walk I must

13. Lester, my trench coat, my log, my quill as my
companion, I travel to embrace
The mist of the height, the thirst of stark, the lead of
unseen brook
The tame of terrain wild, the serenity of the rushing
gale, warmth breath of trees
Old, knotty, patchy, all safely, frozen for eternity, in
pages of my book

14. Off the beaten path, away from
comfort of known souls, under the
Canopus
On creaking, dry mattress of a
thousand yellow, green, and red
Occasional ease of the stained
bedding in a lonely Inn on a
highway, lit by single lantern
I give in to the insanity in me, to
find, to seek, on virgin gravels to
tread

15. I close my eyes as I walk, to lose the
known paths, in getting lost in terra
incognita
Only then can I chance upon
inebriation of charting the chartless
in rife
Maybe with few silver coins in the
pocket, no mansion to pass on, but
richer by far
Lived a million lives with each
unsung path, I chart in chronicles of
my roving life

16. Not a Traveler, Not a Tourist … I am a Travrist, Are you?