I feel an odd half-death in the city, the only life to interact with is other people. The wind is tainted with the exhaust of a million vehicles. Each one taking the road signs and stop lights as mere suggestions, impatiently honking their horns as they pass on all sides at frightening speeds. Concrete boxesDetails
ravel is not all glitz, glamour, and incredible backpacking trips. It is romantic to imagine the traveler as a carefree spirit. She is the restless nomad guided by an open heart, lifted up and empowered by the winds of change. Not all travelers are seeking to change anything more than their surroundings, but real adventures change you. To be an adventurer one must be willing to be uncomfortable, to face inner demons, to challenge long held beliefs, and to question everything.
As Nicolas Bouvier once wrote, “Traveling outgrows its motives. It soon proves sufficient in itself. You think you are making a trip, but soon it is making you – or unmaking you.”