Travel is often sold to us as liberation. The gap year in Southeast Asia, the weekend in Rome, the yoga retreat in Bali. We are told it is a way of expanding our minds, of stepping into new cultures, of feeling more human. But for all the talk of self-discovery, there is an awkward truth that lingers underneath. Travel is also consumption. It is an industry built on flights, hotels, beaches, temples and bodies, and like every industry, some profit more than others.
Ethical travel has become the new phrase to soothe that discomfort. A way of convincing ourselves that we can keep moving, keep collecting stamps in the passport, as long as we do it responsibly. But what does that even mean? Is it enough to carry a reusable bottle and buy a bracelet from a local market stall? Or is ethical travel something heavier, a demand to look directly at the messiness of tourism and admit we are part of it?
The truth is that tourism is complicated. It can rebuild economies after crises, preserve traditions that might otherwise be lost, and create opportunities for communities that would not exist without it. It can also strip cities of their identities, inflate rents to the point where locals are forced out, and turn culture into performance. Travellers like to imagine their money is lifting people out of poverty, but more often than not, it flows upwards into the pockets of investors and international hotel chains, while those cleaning the rooms or driving the tuk-tuks are left with scraps.
This is where the language of ethics becomes tricky. Because to travel ethically is not just to ask where you stay, where you eat, or what you buy, although those things matter. It is to ask yourself why you are there at all, and whether your presence helps or harms. It is to question whether your “authentic” experience of a culture is simply another performance staged for outsiders. It is to wonder if your money is fuelling opportunity, or exploitation, or both at once.
Even volunteering, that supposedly noble form of travel, is not safe from this tangle. Glossy websites offer placements teaching English or building schools, often at a price higher than the communities themselves will ever see. Children become props for Instagram posts. Villages become projects to be ticked off a list. The line between generosity and exploitation blurs until it is almost impossible to tell which side you are standing on.
And then there is the matter of respect. The part we so often forget when caught up in our own adventures. Respect is not optional when you are the guest. It is not optional to cover your body in sacred spaces, with a scarf or modest clothing, to listen before speaking, to understand that what looks picturesque to you might be home to someone else. Yet tourism is littered with examples of people who believe that buying a ticket entitles them to act however they please.
So what does ethical travel look like? Maybe it is not a neat checklist at all. Maybe it is a discomfort we carry with us, a refusal to ignore the contradictions. Maybe it is knowing that we cannot dismantle the inequalities of global tourism, but we can choose to pay attention to how we move through the world. To eat where the locals eat, to support businesses that actually belong to the community, to step outside the bubble of resorts and guided tours.
In the end, the idea of ethical travel forces us to confront something we would rather not admit. That the joy of travel, the thrill of being elsewhere, almost always comes at a cost to someone. The question is not whether you should stop travelling. The question is how you choose to show up when you do.