I spent a while in Central India in December.
Insurgency, famine, and widespread famine fused with tribal culture and bizarre, scarcity-inspired foodstuffs. I've traveled a fair amount and was still surprised to see fully naked men walking down dust-covered roads.
On the way from Bombay to Bastar, I stopped in a handful of Marathi and Chhattisgarhi towns and cities. Past Aurangabad, Western influence all-but disappeared.
Few people spoke English; most signboards and newspapers were printed in Hindi Devanagari. While men still dressed in shirts and trouser pants, women predominately took to traditional fashions -- kurta pajama, salwar kameez, saris.
I guess there were a handful of global chains in Nagpur and Raipur, but they were few and far between.
From Kondagaon south to Bastar and Sukma, I may as well have traveled to another century. Walking around Kanger Ghati -- several kilometres off from where a Maoist ambush had killed nearly 100 politicians and paramilitary forces in 2013 -- reminded me of rural tracts I've Africa I've visited. Limited electricity, patchy cell service, the risk of wandering atop a landmine.
Globalization could do the cities good; in some other senses, the advent of regional industry has wrought a great injustice to the local tribal communities.
Blogpost aside, OP, there are plenty of places you can go that won't feel like home. A lot of them might not be comfortable or easy to get to, but they're there, in countries on every continent. Have you ever been to sub-Saharan Africa, rural Asia, or Latin pueblas?
I guess you see more and more of the same influences cropping up everywhere, but I'm rarely worried that the world's at risk of losing its character.