I worked the other end of the biz as a travel writer flown around first class, entertained by govt tourist offices in various countries. Everything topnotch on those press trips including great hotels and restaurants and PhD guides on daytrips to sometimes exotic spots. We were expected to write highly complimentary travel articles for various magazines to pay back our hosts. I got bored with using the word "delightful" and quit after three years. Now I wish I'd stayed with it.
*jots down Travel Writer as Something To Be When I Grow Up*
>>as a travel writer flown around first class, entertained by govt tourist offices in various countries.
I think you are my new anthropology hero. Wow that would be fun! Though there is something to be said for being all grimy and dirty living out of a tent. Maybe it was my inner Boy Scout coming back--or possibly the 'liquid bread' we packed into camp. ;-)
Alkhin--I used to work in New England as contract archie. Think gravel pit with some soil around it. I think I still have knee problems as a result, but did get to work on some pretty cool sites, including an early 17th century native fort.