I subscribed to the Traveler Magazine by National Geographic. I saw a picture accompanying the article about Machu Picchu, one of the 50 Tours of A Lifetime they concluded on the magazine cover. In this picture, a white female hiker is laughing in front of an old Peruian and his great-granddaughter who were both sitting in a bench. The man was 100 years old. The writer captioned: "The family is proud of his age." Neither the old man nor the baby seemed to be interested in the hiker or the camera.
Seemed innocent enough right? Well, when I saw the picture, I couldn't help but staring at the two big patches on the old man's pants.
Authentic traveling, indeed. How come I feel so sad then?