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Double strap adventure: a brief history of backpacking

written by Cam Hassard October 2, 2015

Imagine for a moment that it’s 1969: Hendrix is shredding Star Spangled Banner at Woodstock; war rages in Vietnam; a counter-cultural revolution is taking place in the western world, and you’re part of it.

You’ve landed in Istanbul, ogling the incredible spires of the Blue Mosque, dreaming of endless sunsets, dusty roads, temples and ethereal moments of biblical glory. All that is ahead of you. You’re a freak on the road with nothing but a rucksack jammed with jocks, socks and t-shirts. Your heart and soul is juiced to the nines with wanderlust, and nervous adrenaline is coursing through your veins.


Backpackers: once smelled, never forgotten. Image Felix Montino, Flickr

Thousands of miles from home, no turning back. No email, no internet, no ungodly selfie sticks, not even a Nokia 5110 – reverse charge landline calls home are the single option, or a handwritten letter via snail mail.

And as far-removed from your life as all that might sound, the conception of modern backpacking can be traced back to these times.

The birth and growth of the Hippie Trail

Fuelled by the spirit of liberation, wanderlust and the anti-conformism of the times, 50 years ago (or thereabouts), our longhaired, deodorant-free hippie forebears kicked off the great tradition of modern backpacking. Their destination? The ‘Hippie Trail’, of course – the birthplace of modern travel magic.

Before ‘Hippie Trail’, this infamous route was known as the Overland, a not-yet-beaten 11,000 km track from Western Europe through to the mystical hinterlands of India and Asia.

The ‘classic’ trail, or most popular, kicked off in Istanbul – most arrived via Western Europe; from there, a route would take you south to Lebanon, though most opted for the full haul through Iran, breaking into the hippy-friendly wonderland of Afghanistan at the other end. While some got lost in Pakistan, the majority ventured on to exotic India, Nepal, Kathmandu, sometimes the transcendent jungles of South East Asia.

Like all good things, this well-kept travel secret began to get out after 1968, as impressionable youth began to follow The Beatles to India after the band’s mystical years in Rishikesh with the Maharishi.


Image c/o Christopher Porter, Flickr

Simultaneously, many in Australia were following the trek up from the southern end, passing their wandering brethren and sistren from the opposite direction.

The lure? Adventure of course, discovery, immersion in a riveting line-up of what must have seemed remarkably untouched, exotic lands, so alien and thrillingly outlandish against the predictable commonalities and routines of home life in western society. As Richard Gregory writes:

“The hippies tended to spend more time interacting with the local population than traditional sightseeing tourists—they had no interest in luxury accommodation, even if they could afford it (which few could), and some would ‘go native’ after a fashion, particularly in India. Of course, they were still tourists really, albeit of a different sort, and hedonism was the primary aim.”

It’s no secret that many were enticed by the ample selection of hashish on offer throughout the trek (some would argue this was the main impetus for the trail to begin with).

But dude, it ought to be said: ‘hippie’ was not the preferred nomenclature. ‘Freak’, was the widely accepted monicker for our early hirsute itinerants. Jochen Tole is still fondly regarded as ‘Freak Street’, the main hub of Kathmandu where the colourful mix of travelling characters first set up shop and blended in.

What, no Google maps?

It’s all well and good to look back with rose coloured specs, but what about the practicalities of getting around? It must have been a fair mission getting your way from Turkey to India overland in those days. Today, coaches and trains, if not mini-buses and car share options decently service even the most intrepid destinations. But not back then.

Initially there wasn’t much in way of services for the hippies. To cater to increasing demand, bus companies began offering overland routes in rickety coaches – many never made the whole length, let alone back. Savvy hippies loaded up their own vehicles, as baby blue and cack-orange Volkswagen combi-vans became the archetypal ride.

As for visas, no problem – that biz could be sorted at each border. No consulates, no appointments, no embarrassing bad hair photos. Biometric data was something you might have heard muttered on an episode Star Trek. A stamp and a grin was all you needed. If only it lasted.

The hippie legacy lives on

Swelling with hippies from all over the world, the trail reached its untimely end in 1979 when revolution swept through Iran, overturning the pro-western Shah. Russia’s occupation of Afghanistan didn’t help, nor the civil war in Lebanon or the countless other tensions in the region. Indeed, those who got to experience the trail in the ’60s and ’70s were incredibly fortunate – nearly two decades of relative stability in an area now far more complicated and unpredictable. You could say that life itself followed suit with the growth of technology, the rapid pace of globalisation and consumer culture the permeates our realities today.


Two straps, lots of adventure. Image c/o Randall van Gurchom-Colijn, Flickr

Yet the legacy that those early backpacking pioneers left for us can’t be underestimated. They opened the world up to a new form of travel – carefree, solo, communal; an ethic of immersive journeying that strived to leave as little a footprint on countries and cultures visited as possible, with only fresh bonds and bridges of inspiration left behind.

Ours is an accelerated world, though some things will never change – the thirst to be far away from home, to experience something real, something visceral, to feel with every fibre inside us the world that we’re a part of.

Sure, life got fast; it got busy; we struggle to stay off Facebook and Instagram for longer than it takes to sneeze; some of us get anxious if not reassured by a pulsating blue dot on a interactive handheld computerised map connected in real time to an invisible network of global nodes and wireless transmission wherever we happen to be.

Yet we can still choose to get lost if we want. We can still get out for a breather. And though there might be a few more heads to run into out there on the dauntless trail, that’s a cause for celebration too.

Fifty years after the first sandal, dreadlock and kaftan trundled it’s way from Europe to the Far East, the Hippie Trail still inspires, as it did then, millions of budding modern vagabonds to step out of their modern comfort zones, to strap on their rucksacks and head long for fresh, undiscovered nooks and crannies of the great wide, ceaselessly transforming world. And for that, I’ll be the first to say thanks.

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Tom Barrett April 6, 2018 - 8:13 pm

A very interesting read. I would only note that there were other pioneering hippie trails in places like West Africa when I travelled there in 1972 after 4 months in Europe, another month in Morroco, crossing the Sahara on the back of merchant trucks to reach Senegal. The small group of people who were travelling there relied heavily on word of mouth and interacted as much as possible with local people. I continued to travel for many years and as recently as 2014 spent four months doing various treks in the Himalayas. I have had a smart phone for many years but NEVER bring it on exotic trips. Yes, I will pop into the odd internet cafe, update my Facebook friends and catch up on world news, but I try to keep social media to a minimum when travelling in exotic places. Things were very different back in the day

Cleone Blomfield October 10, 2015 - 6:28 pm

This makes interesting reading. In 1960 I hitched through Turkey, syria, Jordan, Egypt through to be turned back at Libya. It was not easy getting visas. If you showed Israel on a passport you could get killed (we carried a second passport for that). As two young women we were locked into an embassy in Damascus where their intention was dubious but we wanted a visa, stoned out of Amman, locked into a border crossing going out of Jordan (we screamed and yelled when the next travellers arrived and got us released) presented with needles for injections (of what?) at another border and what stopped us at the Libyan border was meeting a Canadian motor biking couple who got out having been raped by desert soldiers who rescued them from a storm. We returned via Europe to the other side of the Med. to Morroco, then Algeria seeing the aftermath of the war with France in burned out vehicles, we told untrained soldiers not to point guns at us, stayed in Youth Hostels where the women’s dormitory had never been used, got monitory offers from Shieks at embassies, and had the hotel desk staff sell the names and details on our passports to local youths. Our best ruse when in a car was to say we had mail for the Poste Restante then get out our packs with the letters and invariably the post office was opposite the police station so we were relatively safe to get away. I now realise we could have disappeared completely and our parents would not have known where to start as most of the cards and letters we posted never arrived.

Joe October 5, 2015 - 12:09 pm

Hi Cam Hassard! I enjoy reading your blogs! I hope I can have a chance to visit Hippie Trail too! We really need to make ourselves free from facebook, instagram, etc… and enjoy the beautiful natural things and phenomena around us! I totally agree with what you’ve said. Thanks for sharing your great experience with us here. Have a nice day


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