Over the past three decades of travelling around the country and especially of mountain walking, I have come to realise that ordinary Pakistani tourists do not read anything. This may be due in part to the fact that tourism in our country is merely getting away from the heat. We go to higher places and do not care to know anything about them. We are the ‘been there, done that’ kind of tourists. Travel does not broaden our mental and spiritual horizons.
This realization came on very strong during the trek to explore the Muztagh Pass (The Apricot Road to Yarkand
). My travel companions, one an economics professor the other a medical doctor were not there with the same sense of wonder as me. For them this great experience was just another trek, just another been there, done that claim. If I excitedly spoke about some camp ground where we either passed or spent the night and told them of Godwin-Austen having been there in 1861, they showed no interest. It meant nothing to them.
This, sadly, is the way with all the trekkers I know either through personal contact or from their exchanges with me by email. Most of them have read those so-called travelogues in Urdu and believe that is what travel writing is all about. These are spurious works. The average Urdu travel writer has not read anything other than Isobel Shaw’s Trekking Guide. He is as ignorant as his reader and therefore instead of uplifting them, he descends to their level and writes. In a way, they cannot be blamed because of their illiteracy in English and, sadly, no matter how we may vilify it, this foreign language is the fountainhead of knowledge. It does not matter to them if they have incorrect names of places even when the true name conceals an historical event. They do not care to know what history unfolded in the place. They are blind, their souls are vacant because they have no desire for enlightenment and the travel writer is not helping.
Recently I met a young woman, with a good education and excellent command of the English language. She is a trekker and a mountaineer who financed the triple-peak expedition of the women of Shimshal
in August 2012. Assuming she would be well-read in mountaineering literature unlike the average mountain walker, I said to her she was the Herrligkoffer of the expedition. This was a reference to Dr Karl Herrligkoffer the rich German who financed a couple of German Nanga Parbat expeditions in the 1950s. I was surprised that even this English-speaking woman had never read any mountaineering literature. She had no clue about the doctor.
This is an imperfection, a lack of belief in what we are doing. We seem to be in whatever we are in without any real commitment. Real devotion to any discipline would mean the striving to gain as much knowledge about it. I don’t see that happening anywhere. Our knowledge is only half-baked verbal mythologies. When will this change?
Labels: About, Travel, Travel Literature, Travel Writing
posted by Salman Rashid @ 8:00 AM,
At April 11, 2013 at 11:28 AM,
Jalal Hameed said...
Yes I agree with Salman Rashid - travelling without reading leaves out many hidden treasures of the area and one really regrets when he comes to know of these facts after he has returned.
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