What inspired me to travel.. hmmmm.. I guess I am born to be a nomad, so it is in my genes. I would like to think it that way. To see different places, to relax, to learn, to meet people, and to get the hell out of chest coz I am getting bored with a routinary kind of environment and I crave for something new and exciting as well as intoxicating my spirit of "I am right here in this place I'd been dying and dreaming hard to experience!Whoooooo!"
I suppose I have a lot of answers to this. For one, it didn't hurt that my parents moved my family to the middle of the South Pacific and had me running around in a loin cloth for a year of my childhood. My answer though, more specifically, is I think travel either captures the imagination in you or it doesn't. When I sit on a plane, the first thing I do is to stare at the world map at the back of the magazine. I can literally just stare at it and dream of places I want to go. Is that wierd? I can't help it. And then I'm also very influenced by what I read and watch. In highschool I read Kerouac "On the Road" and thought, now that's the life for me. More recently I read Henry Miller "Tropic of Cancer" and thought that living in poverty in France seemed like a great idea. Even Romancing the Stone had me wanting to head right off to Colombia to sell birds. And don't even get me started on Jimmy Buffet music (though outside the US, you may not have heard of him). It boils down to a "romantic" notion in my head that far-away places, people and experiences will enrich my life and make me a better person.
That totally didn't answer your question. Let's just say the "voices in my head" made me do it.