Travel Blogging Conference in Girona

Travel Blogging: Viable career or self-congratulatory flautence?

I have not been shy about my skepticism of travel blogging for millions. For some it is considered the Holy Grail. A Dream Travel Job. To get paid to travel the world.  And while the phenomena of travel blogging continues to evolve from a platoon of dirty backpackers in Birkenstocks to every shade of traveler aficionado you can think of (traveling with dogs, flash packing jet setters, travel sexcapades, traveling with a litter of six, sexing local women in foreign lands) there seems to be only a lucky few who are actually get paid to travel the world, and by that I mean they can afford to live outside of their parent’s basement. However, after going to TBEX (Travel Blog Exchange – a travel blogger convention) in Spain last week, I must admit, that I was taken aback by other developments in this industry – namely, that of getting sponsored.

“Next week I am getting sent to Indonesia for 3 weeks and competing for $10,000”

“Oh yeah, I am going on a trip through the wine country then off to a Tuscan villa for a 5 star Michelin tasting”

“Unfortunately I won’t be able to go to South Africa this time around, so I had to give my trip to a friend”

Cruises on the Mediterranean, roundtrip planes tickets with all inclusive activities and entertainment, and all sorts of other travel accoutrement are just some of ways  travel bloggers get paid to travel the world.  Sponsors – which are composed of different countries tourism boards, travel companies, apartment services – all vie for travel bloggers’ audiences. The bigger your audience, the more cool shit you can parlay into your next va-cay. Even the TBEX conference itself, which was hosted by the Costa Brava tourism board, pulled out all the stops for these new media darlings. A dinner at 11th(?) century castle catered by the 2nd best restaurant in the world, side trips promoting the flavor of region (wine tastings, kayaking, biking in the mountains) and nightly entertainment with acrobats, Spanish civil war reenactments – topped off with drunken bloggers sloshing through the streets ranting about tweeting or pintering or the homoerotic behavior of Will Peach. A dream travel job no doubt.

Human tower building – Castell


sacrificial child on top of Castrell

Needless to say, I was inspired. So inspired, that this week I decided to take my first step toward becoming one of elite sponsored illuminati in the travel blogging world, to finally get paid to travel, by reaching out to potential sponsors. Luxury African safari? Costa Rican 5 star jungle escape? Two weeks of yachting in the Caribbean?

“We can offer you 15% off if you do a review of our hostel”

I’ve arrived.

Turner barr

Hi, my name is Turner. I travel the world, hustle to find interesting jobs, and write about what happens when you read too many self-help books.

  • Will Peach
    Posted at 09:31h, 01 October

    Fucking sell out

    • Turner
      Posted at 10:21h, 01 October

      we all cant bang our way to stardom through nomadic celebrities Will.

      • AP
        Posted at 19:37h, 02 October

        I disagree…fornication is the righteous path towards travel blogging stardom.

  • Gigi Griffis
    Posted at 09:40h, 01 October

    Hey, I make millions from my parents’ basement. Puppies + travel = gold, people.

    • Turner
      Posted at 10:20h, 01 October

      I am jealous. I still live in my parents basement. The food isnt too bad, but for some reason girls act strange when I tell them.

  • Koren @ City Gal
    Posted at 07:32h, 24 October

    New York City blog = press passes, people.  Oh, and I do not live in my parents’ basement.  Too many spiders down there.