Travel, why travel? For me travel is the means to get away from everyday life. Don’t get me wrong, I love my everyday life–mostly. Some people can easily jump into a book for escape. Some into booze and pills and powders. I like to “disappear”. To travel to other places, to other times. When I am on the Road, my mind wanders. I create fabulous tales and scenes. When traveling through foreign lands, if the history is unbeknownst to me–I make it up! 18th century ghosts of French villagers visit me beside my riverside camps. Viking spirits in the woods of Sweden. Trolls in the hills and caves of Iceland.
My job in the real world is to work with people. People, people, people–everyday! I kid myself at the beginning of every trip, especially solo adventures , that I look so very forward to be alone. But after a day or two, I find myself talking “… to birds…to angels…to trees…to bees…to the rainbows and to the seas”. And then– anything else that moves. When I meet people along the way, I get to know the place I’m visiting through them. I conduct human studies. I ask questions. Lots of questions. Mostly about history. About food. About family. About…About…About. Then I realize I may be the people person I claim not to be.
Why I share my travel experiences is a question that I myself sometimes wonder about. As much as I believe I like to be alone, sharing the experience electronically with others actually brings those that are far away just that much nearer. In the screenplay for “Barfly” Charles Bukowski wrote the question, “Do you hate people?” and the answer “I don’t hate them, I just feel better when they’re not around”. When I think of that I laugh out loud–to the birds, to the angels, to the trees, to the bees, and to the rainbows and seas.
Then I post on Facebook.