I'm usually one of the last ones to be an impossibly pious environmentalist, but I refused, saying 'I think we should be deploying our ingenuity and creativity to help people be happy where they are or to help those who are not so fortunate, not to encourage high impact luxury consumption that damages the environment.'
Perhaps I've been reading too much poetry like Fuel by R. S. Thomas:
And the machines say, laughingApparently the poet's son was unimpressed: his father would 'drone on to absurd lengths about the evil of refrigerators, washing machines, televisions and other modern devices...to a congregation that didn’t have any of these things and were longing for them.'
up what would have been sleeves
in the old days: 'We are at
your service.' 'Take us', we cry,
'to the places that are far off
from yourselves.' And so they do
at a price that is the alloy in
the thought that we can do without them.
A more nuanced discussion of eco-travel is here.