Rutger Bregman went viral because he went to the World Economic Forum in Davos and spoke the truth to power - by suggesting that the rich nobs who hang out together in Davos could pay some [more] taxes. But he also identified the irony that a meeting billed as addressing climate change had been a magnet for 1500 private jets. Being 1%-rich allows you to insulate yourself from having to rub shoulders with poor smelly untermensch who might ask you for the price of a cup of coffee. It would take a particularly persistent and needy pan-handler to approach you in your Learjet at 30,000ft.
What do you do if you are super-rich when you're not in the board room or flying to visit in someone else's board room? I mean after the gold-plated taps, and the yacht and the Bollinger bubbly [R $60/btl]. There's a certain class of rich person who has a bucket-list which is grander and more exclusive my bucket-list. My bucket-list owes much to Louis Agassiz - just let me find one four-leafed clover in the back-garden. There are a helluva lot of people who are among the 1% richest (about 70 million) but far fewer people (N=~4,000) have stood on the top of Everest. It only costs about as much as a car for the privilege and it's rumored that the poor bloody
When I spend the night in Tramore to see The Beloved and hang out one evening a week with Pat the Salt her aged progenitor, we often take the dog for a walk through the darkened streets of the town . . . with a plastic bag for any dog-turds that might result from the exercise. Baggies are a very welcome change in the dog-owning community there: my boots are much cleaner that they used to be after an urban perambulation. Even rich dog owners do this - I doubt there are any 1%ers living in Tramore who would employ a dog-walker to exercise the dog and clear up the mess. In that sense dog-owners are like naval officers - although I suspect that only a minority could darn a sock.
In 2004 I walked the Camino Frances P2P - from the Portuguese border to the Pyrenees via Santiago de Compostella. It was quite democratic: all the pilgrims - both secular and religious - carried their own kit in a bag because that was part of the pilgrimage process. There were people on The Way who sent their luggage on ahead from bed to bed; but <judgemental> they weren't pilgrims, they were tourists </judgemental>. It's not about the money: it really didn't cost much for this service. It's just that IF you thus unload your physical luggage THEN it is doubtful if you are dealing with your psychological baggage in a productive way.
Michel de Montaigne [prev] had something to say about this: Il faut voyager pour frotter et limer sa cervelle contre celle d'autrui. Bob-transl = Travel is necessary to scrub and abrade your mind against [the certainties] of others. A Learjet is just a gas-guzzling echo-chamber.
There, The Blob has spoken.