Dylan Rushbrook of Tourism Central Otago: As told to Elisabeth Easther
While I was at school, I worked as a kitchen hand at Cobb & Co in Dunedin. Not only did I get free food and get paid, I was invited to all the university parties by the girls I worked with. That was a bonus I'd not factored in. I also found out that hospitality was pretty cool so, after high school, I did the Hotel Services course at polytech in Cromwell. From there I worked in various Queenstown hotels and spent four years at Millbrook before returning to Dunedin to do a Bachelor of Tourism.
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I took my first proper overseas trip when I was 25 and went backpacking in Vietnam. We mainly stayed in family-owned B&Bs. They were super cheap and the locals were incredibly welcoming. In one place in Saigon, the son was the porter and the daughter the receptionist who also looked after the restaurant. We came in one day and the son was eating a roll like a dosa. I asked him what it was, but he didn't have good English and I had no Vietnamese so he gestured for me to follow him. We walked three blocks to a street vendor. This young guy ordered for me and got a good price. It was just a really cool moment of connection and even though it happened more than 16 years ago, it has really stayed with me as if it was yesterday.
I went to India for business, so tacked on some annual leave and headed to Ladakh in the mountains that border Tibet, Pakistan and India. We were based in Leh and, being at altitude, for the first 24 hours we had to be very low key because if you do get altitude sickness, the only way to fix it is to go back down. Once we'd adjusted, we hired Royal Enfield motorbikes and did day trips around this vast, rugged landscape. It was such an incredible buzz, exploring the mountainous countryside, visiting monasteries, passing all sorts of vehicles from horses and carts to buses and trucks and meeting incredible people. There were some rather questionable traffic rules, no doubt about that, and riding a motorbike in that part of the world is reasonably risky but mostly we felt safe.