What does the Corona Virus mean for Tourism?

It’s no surprise that a rapidly spreading and rather lethal virus wouldn’t be conducive to tourism. Not enough people were considering the option of using travel as a way to get to safety. Too many believe – often erroneously – that they would be safer at home. Or, if they die, they still want to bother all the relatives instead of romantically switching off the last light in some foreign land.

But the severity of the situation did surprise me.

Last week, I was on Pico, one of the Azores Islands. Because it was still the cheap off-season, I had treated myself to the Hotel Pico instead of camping. “It really does look very off-seasonish”, I was thinking mirthfully as I walked up the road from the port in Madalena. Until I was rattling at the door to no avail. It was closed.

Hotel Pico frontal

“Lunch break,” I assumed and went for a walk, admiring the closed shops and the lines in front of pharmacies. But when I returned to the desired accommodation two hours later, it was even more closed and more abandoned.

I walked around the building, looking for an alternative entrance. As I had purchased a one-week lodging voucher, I didn’t think of myself as a trespasser when I jumped over the hedgerow and into the garden. Ah, there was the glint of the swimming pool, so everything was alright.

Hotel Pico pool far

Until I got closer:

Hotel Pico pool empty

Oops, nothing was alright. Now I realized the wilderness in the garden, which I personally appreciated, but of which I didn’t assume that it was intentional.

Hotel Pico garden

Nothing could be heard, except for the chirping of the birds. No gardener, no lifeguard, no other employee was around. That allowed me to take a closer look on my own initiative. Let me put it this way: Even during the genocide in Rwanda, the hotels were livelier.

Hotel Pico deserted (1)Hotel Pico deserted (2)

The offices looked as if they had been left in a hurry, but only recently. The Chief Manager, the Customer Relations Manager, the IT Coordination Supervisor, the Marketing Manager as well as the Human Resources Manager all ran directly to university where, reformed by the crisis, they probably enrolled in classes in philosophy, literature or history. Or maybe they went to the unemployment agency.

Hotel Pico office 1Hotel Pico office 2

A mouse still tried to escape the massacre of the markets. It didn’t get far.

Hotel Pico mouse

And if this is happening at the very beginning of the Corona crisis, you can imagine what this summer is going to look like for the tourism industry: bankruptcies, insolvencies, closures, lay-offs and suicides on a level last seen in the lull in tourism during World War II.

Now, only the pigeons are living here and pooping on the three stars next to the entrance door and on all the online evaluations.

Hotel Pico birds

And even the birds are starving or dying from boredom.

Hotel Pico dead bird

Speaking of World War II: Just as governments stepped into the breach back then, financing trips to Sicily and Normandy, now hotels, restaurants, airlines and even the ice-cream vendor in the park are calling for government aid. Because in a free-market economy, it’s up to the taxpayers to back-up a business model that flies tourists around the continent for 15 €, destroying the environment in the process and then collapsing – oh, what a surprise – at the slightest shock because no one built up any reserves.

As you know, I travel a lot, not so much for myself, but in a self-sacrificing way for the readers’ benefit, but I actually wouldn’t mind if the whole tourism industry were to collapse completely for once. Maybe we should use the current risk of contagion to question whether it’s really necessary to fly to another city every month, especially to cities where everyone else has already been or is flying to as well. Do you really miss so much if you don’t do that? I think not.

Let’s use the quarantine to think about quantity versus quality again. I find traveling extremely important for building one’s personality, for understanding the world, for encountering the foreign and the new. But all of this doesn’t happen on short trips, package holidays or cruises, or only rarely.

To attain these goals, one has to, as contradictory as it may sound, prepare oneself on the one hand by reading about cultures and learning the language, but on the other hand by opening up to the unexpected, the adventure. That doesn’t have to be expensive, quite the contrary: The biggest benefits can be gained from journeys undertaken with little money.

Time is what you really need, though. But we have already learned during the quarantine (or are going to learn) that we shouldn’t waste that much of our lifetime with work, in meetings, with Excel spreadsheets or on the phone. Because none of that is important (unless you are a rubbish collector or a nurse). The world keeps moving, even without internet marketing strategy sessions or trademark application consultants. So there is really no reason to work yourself to death for your boss, your company or the gross national product.

Instead of rushing somewhere five or six times per year, posting a few photos of the Eiffel Tower or the Statue of Liberty on Instagraph, and finding exactly what you expected, I would deem it much more worthwhile to go on a real journey every few years. Or maybe once in a lifetime. Something like Patrick Leigh Fermor, who walked across Europe as an 18-year old. Or like Nicolas Bouvier, who drove from Switzerland to Afghanistan in a Fiat. Or like James Bruce, who spent years looking for a river. Or like Dumitru Dan who walked once around the globe – or didn’t. Or the longest-possible train journey in the world. Or simply a walk from wherever you are.

Hadrian's Wall 071

The coming months/years of quarantine can be put to perfect use for saving, planning, excited anticipation and for learning Pashto!

Because comfort seems enticing and adventure seems threatening, we sometimes have to force ourselves to our own happiness. And that’s why I would welcome it if there were no more (cheap) flights, forcing us to travel more slowly or to hitchhike. For all I care, the hotels can close too. Then we will meet the grandmothers with their signs “room to rent” again as we disembark at the train station in Sukhumi, going home with the one who promises a hearty breakfast for the next morning, all for 5 €. The most important thing would be for Trip Advisor and Google Maps to go bankrupt, so that one gets lost again and has to ask locals to show the way out of the favela in Salvador.

And all the speculators who purchased apartments to rent overpriced rooms to tourists through AirBnB, they should drop so deep into the red that they will have to blow themselves to pieces together with their property. It would be so beautiful if it was impossible to book ahead and if one had to walk through the Old City in Jerusalem late at night, knocking on dimly lit doors and asking if one might sleep on the roof, if nothing else, as we used to do.

Oh, this whole bloody modernity has made traveling so boring and predictable. Thanks to the Corona virus for bringing at least a bit of unpredictability into this robotic life! By the way, I really haven’t understood why all the tourists want to return home as soon as possible now. I am stuck on an island in the middle of the Atlantic because there are no more flights or ferries. I narrowly missed the last one because I was so fascinated by looking at the ocean.

Klippen Wellen Fähre

And I love it. Finally a new situation that I have to adapt to. For a few months, maybe years. Let’s see how long the supply ships will be coming. After that, I’ll have to learn how to fish. Any maybe someone will cut the internet cable to make it really exciting.

Oh, and on Pico, where the hotels were bankrupt, I ended up staying at a monastery. But that’s another story for another day.

Pousada Sao Roque frontal

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About Andreas Moser

Travelling the world and writing about it. I have degrees in law and philosophy, but I'd much rather be a writer, a spy or a hobo.
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16 Responses to What does the Corona Virus mean for Tourism?

  1. Pingback: Die Auswirkungen des Coronavirus auf den Tourismus | Der reisende Reporter

  2. Thank you for sharing your travels. You’re doing exactly what I’d love to be doing. I hope I get the chance before my body gives out.
    Until my grandson is grown, I’ll be travelling vicariously through wonderful people like you, and Google Earth.

    • I don’t know about the state of your body of course, and any body can be hit by a surprise, but last year, I was couchsurfing at a couple’s home in Hannover, Germany. The husband was 75 and they had just returned from a 5-year trip around all of Africa by truck. And then he had gone hitchhiking through the Caucasus.

      But luckily, there are some good blogs and plenty of good travel books available that allow you to travel in your mind. The two links above regarding Fermor and Bouvier link to excellent books, for example.

  3. Finally someone called out the city break bullshits and the crazy prices many places have.

    • And especially crazy prices for one small room in an apartment that has been divided into 8 sleeping units or so, often without disclosing that fact on the AirBnB website.

    • You are entitled for a relocation in that case. Read the fine print 😋

    • But what’s the point of that when you get somewhere late at night and are tired? Then you don’t want to lose a few hours slugging a heavy backpack around town to another place. I guess that only makes sense for longer stays.

    • It’s there for you to use it. What you prefer is your choice. Thing is, they give you a safety net.
      What I don’t understand is why certain accommodations don’t offer you a better walk in rate when clearly if I book it online, they get at least 15% less of what I pay and it’s cheaper than their walk in rate.

    • Oh yes, I have been wondering that too! Especially when you come late in the evening and they probably won’t get another guest anyway. Or when I offer to stay for a week.

      In the good old days, I used to drive across the USA without having booked anything, and the rule was to start looking for motels only after sunset. Because then the rates would drop.

    • Maybe places are so crazy about ratings on booking.com or AirBnB these days that they value them more than cash?

    • Well, if the place is crappy I still give them a review fitting to what I find.
      I guess it’s just management that doesn’t know how to maximize profits or they are so well off they don’t care. I doubt the last one

  4. zifahblogs says:

    I’ve been wondering why you call it “Instagraph” and not “Instagram”. Is there a story behind that?

    • Because it’s a graphic medium and I think it makes more sense.
      Also, I think of it as a creative way of showing that I don’t take it too seriously.

  5. List of X says:

    I don’t think that tourists really want to go back home as soon as possible. It’s just a lot of people have a limited vacation and resources and can’t or don’t know how to do it your way.
    From my own experience there may have been exactly one time when I wanted to go home, and that’s because I developed a nasty allergic reaction to the Southeast Asian sun and heat.

  6. Carla Madruga Gomes says:

    This is really strange, I am from Pico and as far as I know this hotel has been unfortunately closed for some years now! How come someone sold a bedroom there? Something is not right… this is not a consequence of the corona virus! Were you seriously implying that? Hotel Caravelas is probably open, just by the port, but not that affordable, I guess. Most accommodation offer – a very good one – is with the rural tourism houses spread all over the island. They are on booking.com and everywhere else.

    • Oh, then the travel agency must have been using an old guide book.

      No, I was just kidding! When I walked past the hotel, the idea for the article came into my mind.

      It’s very nice to meet someone from that beautiful island of Pico! I actually stayed in the Pousada de Juventude in São Roque, which is in an old monastery, really beautiful!
      I will have more about it in my article about Pico, which I will publish tonight or tomorrow. (I am still feverishly working on it.)

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