I?ve been thinking about what traveling means to me and I?m reaching the conclusion that I face travels in an increasingly dispassionate way, now. The perspective alone gives me stomach butterflies more than excitement: The heat, humidity, fear of catching malaria or be washed away by the monsoon and, above all, leaving ? albeit temporarily ? my loved ones, seriously puts me off the whole thing. Because I can?t stand those all-included resort based beach holydays, traveling means nomad, cultural and human interaction activity that can be as interesting as it is exhausting.
