Thursday, April 3, 2014

Tourist Trap: Una Fantasia (Posted 2 days Late)

A bench on Sant' Elena is a marvelous place from which to watch the sun set--but is it worth the risk?
Some locals find the number of tourists already wandering out to Sant' Elena and planting themselves on its benches along the lagoon dismaying. Only two bridges connect this island located at the easternmost edge of Venice to the rest of city and I've heard people suggest that each should have a guard house on it, with another located at the vaporetto stop. Unless you're a resident, or a guest of the hotel or B&B on the island, or a customer of one of its two restaurants or bar or pizzeria, you'd be forbidden entrance.

Many people say that such an idea, among its other faults, would turn Sant' Elena into little more than a zoo: at best, a wild life preserve for the last remaining Venetians. At worst, a prison.

But proponents of the plan ask: Do the bars of a zoo serve to keep the animals in, or the teeming masses of much more dangerous and destructive animals out?

People on all sides of the issue however marvel at the fact that the visitors keep coming, in spite of the alarming frequency of tourist disappearances that occur here.

Some locals, claiming to have inside knowledge of the disappearances, claim they are evidence that the CIA has extended its program of "extraordinary rendition" into Venice. But I have it on good authority that nothing in the background of most of the disappeared would even vaguely validate such claims.

Others suggest that the disappearances are actually kidnappings: money-making schemes carried out by the many gangs of criminals jockeying for power on Sant' Elena. However, another highly-placed source assures me that no ransom notes have ever been received.

A few of the more eccentric neighborhood characters even claim that Sant' Elena is the center of alien abductions in Italy--perhaps in all of Europe. According to these folks the island is a sacred vortex of some kind, and the mass of trees that were uprooted a couple of years ago in its park were torn out not by a cyclone, as reported in the local papers, but by the extraordinary force of a low-hovering alien spacecraft.

Whatever the source of the disapperances, city officials have managed, remarkably enough, to keep all news of them out of the papers. So the tourists, all unsuspecting, keep coming, lured by the promise of the city's only sizable park, and perhaps the opportunity to glimpse "authentic Venetian life."

Ah, that ultimate commercial pitch of every tourist trap, capable of penetrating the defenses of even the most jaded of travelers: in this pre-packaged world of mass tourism of ours a forbidden taste of "authenticity."

And so they come and--I shudder as I type this--meet their mysterious end.

8 comments:

  1. Would I be spared since I was born in Venice? Last time I went sailing with my dad and ventured in the island I thought that it wouldn't be such a bad place to live since there seemed to be a lack of tourists.

    Keep us posted...

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    1. Well, now you know why there aren't so many tourists here--they just don't seem to last long once they step foot on the island for some reason. But I think you'd be safe as, being born in Venice, you probably know a few choice words or phrases in Venetian that would scare off not only local gangsters or kidnappers but space aliens as well.

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  2. The vortex theory is so true. In my last visit to Venice I just stopped at a bar in Sta Elena. Ordered my spritz and went to the toilet. When I came out I was in my hometown pub in Bilbao, and no cue of my spritz. The good thing is I was refunded for my unsued airline ticket scheduled 2 DAYS LATER!

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    1. I'll have to admit I was quite skeptical about that vortex theory, Jon, but your chilling first-person account has made me seriously reconsider my position. I just hope you were able to file a lost luggage insurance claim, too, if the place you were lodging wasn't willing to ship your bags back to you.

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  3. Obviously, it is a case of enter at your own peril. Jon, to me, the tragic part of your experience was not getting to drink that spritz. Ultimate horror.

    I'll warn everyone I know to steer clear of Sant' Elena.

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    1. We can only hope there was some comparable beverage awaiting him in the Bilbao pub he suddenly found himself in, Yvonne, or it really is too awful to consider.

      I think at this point warning people is the only responsible thing to do.

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  4. Hmm, and here I was thinking it would be a lovely place to live. Oh, wait, that's probably why it is a lovely place to live. If Italy is crazy enough to give me a visa in a few years, I'm willing to take my chances.

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    1. I suspect, Michelle, that armed with a visa you may just be safe, in spite of all the chilling perils!

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