@Ceili,
Quote:I'm curious why travel interests you if you abhor it?
I presume that is addressed to me.
Travel is a sociological and psychological phenomenum of some importance. Mass travel, that is everybody taking advantage of it, is insupportable and I suppose the travellers on these threads would be the first to agree. It is therefore the privilege of the few much like silver tableware amd aspidestras in the hall once were. It has a snob value which is now reaching the end of its tether just as silver tableware and aspidestras did once everyone could have such things.
It is obvious that most aspects of mass travelling are demeaning and humiliating. Packing a suitcase and unpacking it two weeks later are both demeaning and humiliating activities although from somewhat different points of view.
We are not evolved for displacements of time, diet, customs and climate and it is well known that travellers are subjected to illness and accident and the sheer bloody-mindedness of their fellow man on a scale greater than that of the stop-at-home. Where on one's travels can one indulge the luxury of lying in bed until 11 or 12 am and drifting between dozing and that semi-hallucinatory state of transcendent meditation from which emerges at least some semblance of clarification about what is going on. One has an itinerary for goodness sake. A predetermined path. One's brain is cluttered up with a range of extraneous considerations the use of which I cannot for the life of me see. One ceases to think.
Now that the 47 inch HD screen has arrived one can get the benefits of travel in comfort and ease at a very cheap price. In fact moreso as camera teams and top presenters are granted views which are not available to the ordinary, common or garden traveller. I have seen the ceiling of the Sistine chapel in detail and had some of the lessons to be learned from it explained by experts.
And barmaid's knockers are more or less the same the world over. So the devil you know principle kicks in.
Looked at carefully the traveller's life is one of mooching about and getting pissed in the evenings.
I wouldn't say that " we had fun, we talked about our lives, we ate and laughed together" is evidence of having learned anything.
I spent 9 months diving and swimming off the southern coast of Cyprus and a few months revelling down the famous Gut in Malta, and a few other exotic activities, all the while aching with longing to return to my home patch where creature comforts were the natural order of things. I suppose it is that which gave me my attitude to travel.