Everyone has a different reason for why they love to travel. Some people look for the tallest mountain to climb and the toughest treks to conquer, whilst others look for a peaceful place devoid of cars, careers and crowds to break away from the pressures that modern society throws our way.
My older brother Lee, who at twenty-six has climbed Mount Kilamanjaro, Mount Kinabalu (in flip flops), Mount Fuji and the base of Everest, has also tackled the Inca Trail as well as running numerous gruelling marathons is definitely one of the most adventurous persons I know. He fits into the “thrill-seeker” category, whereas I fall into the category of just wanting to go somewhere new – satisfaction lies simply in being somewhere different, and doing something new, whether it be catching an exhibition of an artist I’ve only read previously about in books, or tasting something unpronounceable… those are the things I love. That’s not to say that I might not someday climb Mount Everest, (but in honesty, there’s probably more chance of Pamela Anderson being recruited by a nunnery for employment. My excuse: God didn’t give me longer legs to make the distance seem nearer).
Lee at Everest Basecamp
The photo Lee sent me when he reached Machu Picchu
Really it doesn’t matter why you travel, the most important thing is that you do travel, Robert Louis Stevenson explains it perfectly:
For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.
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