Let’s start with an anecdote about travelling-while-a-boomer. The location: Beijing. When: Two years ago, when I accompanied the production of The Amazing Race Canada as tag-along media.
On a break between races, a fellow writer, a photographer, a CTV exec and I — three mid-to-late-50s and a fortysomething — decided to visit the Forbidden City. The young woman at the ticket booth gave us a look, handed us our change and said, “Here you go. Three adult, one senior.”
We could have asked her which of us was the “senior,” but it was more fun to decide among ourselves who’d get the seniors ticket (we settled on the colleague with the most grey hair, so not me). Plus, we all understood that, in due time, there’d be no more confusion about our relative ages.
As for the young woman at the booth, her carnival age-guessing skills will be honed with continued visits by westerners of a certain age. Canadians aged 55-plus alone are spending an estimated $35 billion annually on “pleasure travel” (according to the Canadian Tourism Research Institute), amounting to some 400,000 trips a year.
Inherent in the adult-ticket-versus-senior designation is the implication that seniors are no longer adults, as if we go back in time to become adolescents again (and, further on down the road I suppose, children, like a generation of Benjamin Buttons).
I actually like this metaphor. I traveled when I was young and, in the 18 months since trading a desk job for a freelance writer’s life, my wife and I have traveled abroad three times, to Vienna, Japan and, most recently, for our 30th anniversary, in Amsterdam (I can’t even look at cheese for awhile). I really do feel like it’s a second shot at adolescence, without all the stress of fitting in or feeling like a social freak.
In a full circle from young-travel to older-travel, our guide on the Vienna trip was Az, a good friend of more than 30 years, who we’d first met on a trip to London in our 20s before we were married. We’d visited each other over the years on either side of the pond, as he evolved from a hard-partying London bachelor to Vienna family man.
What this says is, when I traveled in my 20s, I met people more-or-less my own age. Now, having turned 60, when I travel I meet people more-or-less my own age.
This could be simply subjective observation. On the other hand, stats by the marketing firm MMGY Globa — while touting the rapid growth in global travel by millennials — suggest that those 55-plus still travel several times as much.