I don’t travel to check things off my list, or to collect then
wanted mementos which will collect dust in a forgotten drawer. I travel to find that difficult to navigate,
winding road that takes me to places I hadn't imagined. Getting lost on the
unbeaten path is a wondrous thing.
I don’t stay in
resorts, safe inside an insulated bubble. I prefer neighborhoods with genuine smells,
genuine sights, genuine sounds, genuine food. In a word, people merely living their
lives. Hot sweaty buses, overcrowded
trains that creak and moan as they struggle up a steep incline.
travel/a wondrous thing...
