places where large numbers congregate to experience home comforts and the company of tourists of similar interests.’ This latter enclavic focus reflects an institutionalisation of the backpacking phenomenon, a mainstreaming decried by some authors (Cohen, 2003; O’Reilly, 2006) for its alignment with the stigma of mass tourism. The homogenisation of backpacking with the rubric of mass tourism, however, is derailed by scholarship that teases out heterogeneity from within the backpacker umbrella concept (Ateljevic & Doorne, 2005; Uriely, Yonay, & Simchai, 2002). Sørensen (2003) calls for continued research on specific subtypes within the backpacker market. Westerhausen (2002, p. 146) notes ‘for a sizeable minority, being on the road becomes a preferred way of life to which they will return whenever the opportunity presents itself.’ Noy
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