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What makes traveling so addictive?
A friend and many others have suggested it's because you're not working.
This raises another question; What is work?
According to the dictionary;
noun
1. exertion or effort directed to produce or accomplish something; labor; toil.
2. productive or operative activity.
So does this mean traveling is work?
Julie and I felt that we were working, up every day, packing up, riding to the next place and setting up camp again, often seven days a week for months, to "accomplish" our goal of riding around the world.
This same friend suggested that they "worked" because they had to work to make money to pay their mortgage and to attain the things in life they wanted/needed.
I have pondered this statement long and hard along with what work means to me. Unfortunately all I can come up with, and this is despite enjoying my chosen career as a mechanic, is that she may be right. But then this raises another question; Do we need a mortgage and all these other trappings of life?
Having traveled the world on a motorcycle I think I can answer this question with an emphatic No!
Julie and I lived a major part of our time traveling in a tent with everything we owned and needed packed into our motorcycle. It is true that at times we thought we needed something more, like when it was cold and wet, but we always managed.
In Mongolia a Mongolian can set up their home pretty much anywhere they chose, the land belongs to all of them and for many Mongolian's everything they own fits on the back of their truck.
Having analysed the above I feel that while I'm "working" all I'm doing is going through the motions and living life as I'm expected to do, but while we are traveling we are truly living!
Each day there are no certainties, each day we would pack up camp and head out onto the road and not know what the day would bring. Would we survive the day? Would we crash the bike? What would we see? And most importantly, who would we meet?
You see, I don't believe in chance meetings, I do believe that all life's experiences are very important in making us who and what we are. I believe when we meet people that these meetings are meant to be, that we take away from these meetings part of the person we have met and they take away part of you. So with the meeting of many people we become more of a person, a better person. Naturally while traveling we get to meet many different people from many different cultures, we also get to see the many wonders of the world and nature, a very big bonus for us.
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Mum/Marion Very profound Michael, intersting analysis on Life. We are all different and choose different life styles. Lovely to read your thoughts and feelings. I especially said Amen to the last paragraph.
Jan Mac Interesting to ponder - as I zip through the English countryside on my way from Chesire, via London, to Hampshire. I think the pull of travel, for me at least, is to do with the ever changing landscape (I mean that in the broadest sense) of life; living in the moment is enhanced so I find I notice detail even more in a new environment; the ordinary is even more extraordinary; some of the perhaps mundanities of life can be avoided - the routine as it changes so often; commitments to many things are avoided; some uncomfortable situations will be moved away from soon... Bill Bryson observes that arriving in a new place (perhaps particularly with a foreign language) is the closest thing an adult can get to experiencing the world as one did as a child. Though we hang lighter to possessions while on the road - somewhere the means to enable the travel has been/is being made. Perhaps travel brings us into a fantasy world where a person isn't promised to their body, their history, with all that entails about family, work, physical surroundings, people with whom they must live etc. Hmmmm...
Jan Mac Sorry, the star rating did its own thing! Well, train jerked...
Jan Mac Hah! My original thought which I realise I didn't say, was that I really enjoy encounters with strangers. There is an incredible freedom there with the lack of commitment and history. Of course, that is also sadly what is missing from the relationship too. We shouldn't be surprised by the 'kindness' of strangers - sometimes it is the kindness of friends or family which is the surprise!