I love the uncertainty of arriving in a new town, new country, figuring out the strange currencies, attempting to learn the language enough to survive the markets and bus terminals, exchanging smiles and connections with people who look and think completely differently from me, sticking a morsel of unrecognisable food into my mouth.
To me, to know the place is not just to hop from sight to sight, it is actually to observe how people do the same things differently and exploring the various historical, geographical, meteorological and cultural aspects, to try and figure out why.
Why do I travel? What am I searching for? What do I gain from travelling? Well, it will take pages to try and articulate my feelings. To quote Pico Iyer, the famed travel writer, or more likely to misquote him (as this is from pure memory after casually glancing at the back of one of his books’ cover) : “I do not know what I am searching for but I hope I never find it.” (or something to that effect!)