We have a lot of pests in
this country, almost all of them imported: wasps from Germany, possums from
Australia, rabbits from Britain, fire ants from Argentina, carp from Asia.
To that list we can now add a
more recent arrival: the so-called freedom camper.
Cheap international travel
has brought this invasive species here. Until relatively recently, a
round-the-world air fare was affordable only by the wealthy. These travellers tended
to be older and had no interest in roughing it. The luxury B ’n’ B was more
their style.
But budget air fares have
seen the creation of a new growth sector in the tourism market. They’re
recognisable by their bulging backpacks, dreadlocks and dog-eared copies of Lonely Planet.
Backpackers’ hostels, no-frills
camper vans and cheap, rent-a-dent car hire companies have sprung up to cater
to this new tourist. But for freedom campers – or perhaps we should call them
freeloaders, because that’s really what they are – it seems that even
backpackers’ hostels are too pricy.
They prefer to occupy beauty spots and urban carparks where they can squat for days on end at no cost.
Unfortunately, “squat” is
what they often do, literally as well as figuratively. Human excrement in the
undergrowth is a common calling card of the freedom camper, along with the general
detritus that they leave wherever it falls.
Neither personal hygiene nor
respect for the environment appear to be high on their priorities. It was no
surprise to read last week that two young French males urinated out of the
windows of their moving rental car because they were in a hurry to get to
Milford Sound.
They were surprised to get a
police warning and clearly thought it was a bit of a laugh. “We can’t
understand why it’s such a big deal,” one said.
Having travelled in France
and seen how freely the French urinate in public places (small wonder,
considering the unspeakable state of most public toilets there), I can
understand why they were taken aback. But they need to understand that we do
things differently here.
From time to time I’ve seen freedom
campers interviewed on TV, usually when residents or business owners start complaining
that their neighbourhood has acquired the look of an unusually squalid gypsy
encampment.
Invariably the freeloaders
assume an air of injured innocence when confronted, and protest that it’s not
they who have left the landscape littered with rubbish for the local council to
clean up. No, it’s always someone else. They piously tut-tut at the irresponsible behaviour of these mysterious “other” travellers who give them a bad name. I’m reminded of a child’s poem from 50 years ago called Mr Nobody, in which every act of mischief or carelessness was miraculously the fault of someone unknown.
Well, I don’t believe them. I
suspect that the moment the TV crew departs, they smirk at the gullibility and
tolerance of their New Zealand hosts.
One reason I’m not inclined
to believe them is that I have often seen these same travellers in crowded airport
terminals and on the Cook Strait ferries. I have seen the way they spread themselves
out across several seats so they can sleep, while later arrivals have to find
space on the floor.
Such behaviour speaks of an
overwhelming sense of entitlement and an arrogant indifference toward others.
They give the impression of being a pampered me-first generation, accustomed to
thinking only of their own needs.
This isn’t necessarily unique
to travellers from the other side of the world. I’ve observed similar
self-centred behaviour in New Zealanders of the same age who appear to have
been brought up with little regard for others. Noisy partying late at night in
camping grounds (inane drinking songs are a favourite) is just one common
example.
It was also no surprise to
read last week of two
female freedom campers hogging the facilities at Nelson’s Riverside Pool. They
reportedly spread their belongings out across the seats in front of four
showers, ignored a sign asking swimmers to be considerate with the length of
their showers, shaved their legs, cut their toenails and washed their underwear
in the handbasins.
By coincidence, the day
before that story appeared, I stopped at a public toilet in the Wairarapa town
of Featherston.
I noticed that the
handicapped toilet was occupied by three people who were clearly busy doing
something. At first I assumed them to be the cleaners, but on looking again I
realised they were tourists doing their laundry.
Tough luck for any
handicapped person who pulled up needing to go. He or she would have just had
to wait.
I note that some councils, and
even well-intentioned individuals, are indulging these freeloading tourists by providing
facilities for them.
Do they deserve them? No.
They obviously have enough money to fly around the world on an extended
holiday. Why the hell should New Zealand ratepayers and taxpayers subsidise
their travels? In effect, that’s what the freeloaders expect.
Yes, we should welcome
tourists who treat our country with respect. That’s what this is all about. But
we should show zero tolerance for those who don’t.