Travelling..... We all love travelling, hence the, becoming members of Travellerspoint, though what are the little things that make travelling that little more special. Its the little things that you may not appreciated until you had a good think and thought, Yes... I love that feeling..... Here is a couple of examples of the little things that I love......
I love taking public transport while I'm away where I normally just sit there looking around, taking in the surroundings, mainly thinking, "whats a lad from Newcastle, England doing here, sitting on the underground in NYC, or riding a bus travelling across China. I feel as if I have no right to be there and think wow!!!!!!!
I also love when I check into a hostel and you open your room door for the first time and you find beds with the odd body in, even thought its only 4pm in the afternoon. Others are unmade with clothes scattered around the floor next to it, and you see the odd travel guide book lying on the bedside cabinets, along with a half drunk bottles of water. You feel like the new kid on the block as everything looks new to you though you soon settle in and after a couple of hours, you know your temporary room mates who you've exchanged stories with. Soon, your travel books or unmade beds then greets the new, new-comers who you then quiz them on where their from and where they've been.
Finally, the phone calls home. It doesn't matter if its in a phone booth or sitting at the edge of a desk in some office that offer cheap International call, you seem to shut off and forget where you are, if only for a few minutes as you chat away to your friends from back home. Everything around you is a blur as you blabble on with loved ones for a bit, then as soon as you put the phone down and turn away from the phone, BANG!!! back to reality. Its great, as you almost convince yourself your back home for a few minutes and forget that you are actually where you are and the next thing your hussling through the streets of busy down town New York, or have just merge back in with the crowds of Chinese as you explore the mazed hutongs of Beijing.
I haven't got anything to add to this as I go off on my first jaunt in May, but just reading that got me proper excited, especially the thing about going into the hostel dorm for the first time and talking to everyone there (something I'm a bit nervous about tbh).
Can't wait to go, and can't wait for the replies to this thread!!!
I love that unique and special thing that every country has.
It is not about tourist attractions. It is about the energy the people give off.
I remember years ago when I used to travel.
In coutries like China, India, Equador.... there was often an old hippy or expat just sitting someplace, looking like they have all the time in the world. They gave me the feeling that they had been everywhere or to a lot of places and are retracing their footsteps. They always sat there peacefully, while others rushed off to see this and that. They always looked welcoming and I used to sit and chat with them for a while.
Recently as I have sat in a cafe in various places doing nothing, and random people came and told me stories about themselves, their love lives, their travel experiences and locals asked curious questions and told me this and that etc, I got the feeling that I am turning into that old hippy. Some would say that sitting around doing nothing is a waste of travelling money, but for me that is what it is all about. That is how I absorb the surroundings and discover what I cant read in book. I find what really makes this country like it is.
[ Edit: Edited on Sep 29, 2007, at 1:26 PM by Mel. ]
Oh wow, keep em coming! I can't wait to sit and do nothing!!!
here, at home, i'm unintentionally always in a rush. i speed when i drive to work. i speed when i drive to the grocery story for a gallon of milk. i walk fast to the point of a slow jog when i'm downtown without even realizing it. i seem to by in a hurry for everything. i even walk fast when i'm going to the bathroom at work. i don't even realize that i'm doing it. some people say this is just a byproduct of living in the northeast (usa) and i wouldn't argue with them.
so one thing i really love, is that feeling that i'm no longer in a hurry to get anywhere. it doesn't just happen upon arrival. but a few days into the journey i'll find that i'm slowly meandering my way down the street or i don't care how many cars have passed me by. or it doesn't phase me when the bus is an hour late. i don't even notice. instead, i'm on african time, or tobagan time or whereever time! it's a truly sweet moment that I savor to the fullest.
Gracious - there could be many things to add to the list..
First and foremost on thing I reckon most fun is to decide on things to buy and dishes to cook in cases where we stay in the hostel where we normally have a kitchen to share with other travellers. The process of getting the meal ready is definitely enjoyable, let alone savoring them after the effort! Sometimes, 'fighting' (first-come-first-served basis) over kitchen utensils to use is sort of fun too.
Apart from that, I love the fact that whatever schedules or plans laid out beforehand can be subjected to changes at any point of time. I can say I want to do this, this and this within the day and decide later to just simply fit two into my 'time-table', just sit back and chill...
Also, besides new places and new faces we see on travel, I love to experience different cuisines in different restaurant ambience and chit-chatting with fellow travelmates.. it's simply great.
Number One for me is travelling alone. I won't go through all the benefits of it - we've all heard it a thousand times, but the freedom of it is indescribable. Knowing that you don't have to be anywhere, you can go where you will with the expectation of what lies before you.
I love taking the bus or the train wherever I am, like John. There's nothing quite as interesting as watching the local people getting on and off at little towns and villages. It's a great way to get a flavour of the country you are visiting. You have the opportunity to meet real characters when you travel on public transport.
I love when you start to get a feel for where you are. For the first couple of days after you arrive somewhere can be a bit cautious, as you get a feel for your surroundings, but once you get past that i love that feeling. YOu start to know your way around, recognise street names, get a sense of the place you are in.
Connecting with people from other cultures - even when you can't speak the same language, ESPECIALLY when you can't speak the same language. Being welcomed just because you are different - one of my favourite memories from my travels was being invited to dinner by a Peruvian family - we all helped to prepare dinner and sat for over three hours talking and making ourselves udnerstood to each other in our limited ways. That's something you can't pay a tour company for.
Every moment on the road has a special feeling and leaves you with special memories. It's been 4 months since I landed back on British soil and slowly but surely, my memory is slowly fading and I find myself thinking about my time travelling less and less, so thank you John for making me think again about all those special moments.
Waking up after an overnight train journey, opening the shutters and being blessed with the beauty of an early sunrise, feeling peace and pinching myself - 'am I really here?'. Running into people you met thousands of miles away, completely unexpectedly. The choked up feeling in your throat when you know it's time to leave a place you have found love and peace. Experiencing a life without your luxuries and realising you can actually live with one bag and be happier than you have ever been. And the most special thing of all is realising you never really look at life in the same way again, your sights are broadened, you're wiser, you're stronger, you have confidence to face everything life throws at you, you've seen real poverty and suffering, life's little irritations are just that, you become more generous, more relaxed. The opportunity to travel is a blessing and every moment should be remembered and treasured.
Thank you for sharing your feeling with us.
Wow..... There is some excellent responces that are flooding back things that you don't realise that you love about travelling until you read some of these posts.
I like when you have to leave early to head off to your next port of call. Perhaps a 7.30 bus meaning your have to get up at about 6am. You find yourself sorting your stuff out in your dorm the night before, making sure you have everything ready to shoot off in the morning. You normally leave your clothes that you'll be wearing and your washbag on the top so when you wake so can navigate in the dark, trying not to wake anyone. You return from your early morning shower, tip toeing back into the room to you awaiting stuff. You gather everything up, packing it into your bag. The noise of you clicking your backpack shut rings out around the room.... CLICK!!!!! CLICK!!!!!, and the pull of draw-straps tight ZZZZZZZZZZPPPPPP....., a final glance around the bed, checking nothings left then off you go...... A sleeping head normally lifts up, who you possibly haven't spoke to during the 3 days of staying, and says, "Safe travels mate"