Why do you travel?
When I was asked this recently I had no answer.
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‘Why not?’ is woefully inadequate. How about all you travelers on Triberr and Empire Avenue? {EAV:be3ccb82d15ad0e9}
How can you answer someone who doesn’t have the fever?
In Victorian times, the novel was born partially because people wanted to know about the world and couldn’t. Dracula was really just a travelogue with monsters on the side. Travel was dangerous and expensive. But now? It’s more dangerous to stay home.
If you want to see the world, go to YouTube. If you want to explore different ways of life, go on Twitter. If you want to expose your mind to the full experience of being alive, try to find a parking space at the mall.
Why travel? After crawling through the muddy underbelly of 54 countries, I still can’t tell you. I only hope the answer lies in 55.
Here are a couple of my crawls:
To feed my curiosity and to learn, learn, learn–firsthand
I am a cultural enthusiast and care more about language, culture, food, and history more than I care about sports or television… that is why I travel.
But I do so love your closing lines: “Why travel? After crawling through the muddy underbelly of 54 countries, I still can’t tell you. I only hope the answer lies in 55.”