These absurd photos of young travelers on the ‘Hippie Trail’ raise a lot of questions
Let me see that sarong
Pity the boho “traveler” in search of authentic adventure in foreign lands. Softened by privilege, backpack crammed with the comforts of home and the expectations of youth, they crave “experience”—which usually means a brush with poverty, maybe a hint of danger, in a place where nobody knows their name. In the 1960s and 70s, intrepid European and American naifs were traipsing the backroads of South Asia on an unofficial network of cheap hostels and budget bus fleets known as the Hippie Trail. There they hoped to encounter enough ancient spirituality—and hashish—to inject their bourgeois existence with a trace of meaning. From Turkey to Iran, Afghanistan, Nepal, and India, travelers found respite in the local customs and garments of the Global South, surviving thriftily on the strength of their currencies. They called themselves the “Intrepids,” and for a decade—before geopolitics would render many of these places a no-go for Westerners—they came in earnest for fun and sun and a sense of identity in a post-1960s world. The stateside movement crested and receding, Hippie Trail was a last-ditch effort of the counterculture.
In 1971, Paris Match sent photographer Jack Garofalo down to see what the kids were up to. His pictures show the idealism, the sweat, the awe, and the tender moments shared by young travelers on the trail. Garofalo also exposes the naiveté of subjects whose faith in exotic authenticity is at best misplaced, and at worst an absurd display of cultural insensitivity.