Backpackers sometimes get a bad rap. We’re considered lazy, dirty bed bug riddled floozies that fill up all the seats on the chicken bus with our backpacks, float between tourist slums so we can drink cheap beer and tick off another place on our itineraries. We’re called cheapskates; spending as little money as possible to delay having to go back to the real world and do real things, like getting a job.
And it’s sort of true.
