A phenotype is, essentially, behaviour that is exhibited by an organism because it has a gene that directs it to behave that way when the circumstances present themselves.
For example, a bird building a nest. Birds don’t go around building nests all day, every day, but in the right circumstances the gene for building a nest provides the impetus for the bird to think “Damn, this egg is gonna be a bitch to get out. I’d better make sure I’ve got something to put it in.” Or, if it’s a Cuckoo, “I’ll just put my egg in somebody else’s twig bucket and head back to the club.”
Those crazy Cuckoos. They’re cuckoo!
(See how I used a homonym there? Fancy. Homonyms are (in my opinion) in the same family of words as cinnamon and sea anemone, as they are so fun to say that you can’t help but throw in a few more syllables and/or swap a few letters around. Honomymanym. Cinnamonon. Sea ananomoname.)
Ahem. Anyway… So how does this information on genetically motivated behaviour relate to backpackers? Well, there is significant observational evidence that humans have specific genes that are switched on when they lug a backpack over their shoulder and get on a plane to lands unfamiliar. As we are quite a heterogeneous bunch, however, different genes direct backpackers to behave in different ways.
Having spent years observing these curious creatures, below are the results of my extensive research. Ladies and gents, I present you with The Backpacker Phenotypes.
The Reception Junkie
The reception junkie is a backpacker who must go to reception anytime they can, to ask any question they can think of. Once the question is asked, they will stand there for an uncomfortable amount of time trying desperately to think of something else about which to enquire.
The follow-up questions are delivered insecurely, a craven attempt to get attention: “So, where are you.. who… umm, is that picture bolted to the wall or does it just, y’know, hang on a string?”
Unlike the rest of humankind, the Reception Junkie is completely impervious to eye rolling.
The Raspy Dragon
The Raspy Dragon is a female of the species who always sounds like she has eaten three packets of cigarettes and downed a bottle of Jim Beam the night before, most likely because she has.
Hot? Yes. Retarded? Yes.
Dreadlocked Fire-Stick-That-Is-Never-On-Fire Twirler
The ultimate tool. Avoid at all costs.
“Umm, aren’t you the dude who when you arrived two weeks ago had Kesha playing in your headphones and one of those super-primped hair-gelled swishy haircuts? Yeah. I thought so. Keep being unique, man. You’re blowing my mind with your uniqueness.”
“Hammy” the burns victim
Arrives in the country and heads straight to the beach. Now looks like he should be purchased by the kilogram in the deli section of Coles. Spends the next two weeks leaving a trail of dead skin behind him wherever he goes. The Raspy Dragon will inevitably dare someone to eat a piece of it.
“You think those are mountains? You should see where I come from! WE got mountains!!!”
99.9% of the time this person will be Canadian.
Never has any food and wanders around asking for scraps from others. Will do this for about 3 months before divulging that they have $10,000 in their bank, but “that’s their savings”.
“Who is that guy? Is he even staying here?”
The New Couple
Oh the pain: public displays of affection branching immediately into public displays of jealousy. Within weeks one of them sleeps with someone else, resulting in a huge fight that continues for days. They play their mutual backpacker friends against each other – causing rifts in the general population – and then make up and pretend it never happened. Play on repeat endlessly.
The Long Term Relationship Couple
They hate each other and will flirt with anyone as soon as the other is out of sight. Even The Lurker.
The Stable Couple
Malaria is covered in more mosquito bites than you ever thought possible, and picks at them endlessly. In front of you. Until they bleed.
Never leaves the building. Watches Family Guy on the communal television from morning til night, except for the occasional moment when he walks out the door, to be met with cheers and applause from the reception staff… only to walk in two minutes later with a takeaway and sit right the fuck back down.
The 6am Curtain Opener
Touch that curtain again and I’ll cut you. Seriously. I. WILL. CUT. YOU.
The Tight Ass
“You just WALKED to Bondi? Isn’t that, like, 3 hours? You know the bus costs $4, right??”
Expensive Camera Guy
Will take 6000 pictures of the same thing and insist on showing you every damn one. “Wow,” you’ll say, “you’re really good at this. Yeah, that’s great… really great.. say, that thing DOES have auto-focus, right? Oh, you wanted it out of focus.. that’s great.. really great.. that’s a great picture.. ” before cursing your goddam parents for teaching you manners.
The Spud Tugger
Backpacker: “The guy on the bunk above me keeps masturbating all night”
Receptionist: “Then tell him to stop.”
Backpacker: “Can’t you?”
Receptionist: “That would be less fun than watching you do it.”
The Lovely Local
Not a foreigner. Lives in the hostel for a year, being an all round great guy. One night he has a few too many drinks and tells you he’s out on parole, without telling you what for. He most likely only had a few parking tickets or made some harmless mistake in his past but, of course, you think rapist.
The High Expectation Social Executioner
“Come out tonight, it’s gonna be AMAZING!” they say. Everyone has a terrible night because this person can’t relax and wants to change venue every three seconds. Ends up coming back alone every night.
“I don’t know where everyone went! They were there and then, like, they just disappeared!” they’ll say. And never get it.
The Sexual Predator
Looks in the mirror and sees Johnny Depp. Looks like the lead singer from Simply Red to everyone else. Has sex in the dorm, which is met with a resounding “EWWWWW!” from the entire hostel when being discussed the next day.
“Who’s the girl?” everyone whispers. Oh, she checked out at 5am- a shame based exit.
So, there we have ’em. If you’ve been a backpacker you’ve been at least one of these, at least once. The question is: which one?