So many things i can agree with here!!!
I like the drive to the airport for a trip away, just the excitement and thought that your leaving behind the normal day. You might normally be sat at your desk at that time any other day, but now your travelling out to the airport ready to be wisked away to a far off destination.
John, your comments about the hostels are so true!!! THe waking up in the early hours etc. That travellers bond that you have with people even if you don't speak to them the whole time your there!!! Fantastic!!
In the swiss alps i sat there and really listened out harder than any time i can remember. You know where you actually strain to listen for a whisper!!! And all i heard were sounds of the wild. The slight creak of the glacier snow i was sat on, the distant sounding rumble of mini snow avalances that i could see happening before my eyes, trickling water coming off the melting snow. Without sitting there and conciously listening, it was just silence, but try harder and its there!!! I loved this feeling at the time, and i can escape to the alps again thinking about it now!!!
There are so many things that really make you appreciate the chance to travel!!!
Wow! You are all bringing back so many powerful memories!
Another thing I love about being on the road are the soundtracks to my travels. Before the mp3 player, I would deliberate over what tapes/cds to take with me on my journey...which would make the best travel scores and hold the most meaning for me...and of course which would be the best to boogie down to if the chance came along to share! Now that I have my ipod, that's all changed b/c I can take all of it with me! But I love the fact that I will be transfered back to that special time and place on the road whenever I hear certain songs. Joni Mitchell for the South African South Coast, Dave Matthews Band trekking in Nepal, Pearl Jam on the Beaches of Thailand, Cat Stevens in Madrid, The Grateful Dead keeping me going through those long haul flights. Music is such a wonderful companion on the road...sharing it with new friends, singing at the top of my lungs after multiple beers in some dive bar that let me put on my own cds, impromptu boogie sessions at the beach bar in zanzibar. And then when I get home, I put on those same songs and I get to relive those moments again and again.
I TOTALLY identify with that one Soupa. I'd be lost without music when I'm travelling. I can be happy on a bus for 52 hours as long as my ipod is charged. Some of the music I listen to now just brings me right back to some of the moments I had on my travels. That is the power of music I think - that ability to make you feel like you're almost there again.
And another pretty obvious thing I love when I'm travelling is getting the passport stamped. I love lining up at border checkpoints and watching them make it official in my little book. One thing I was really thrilled about was that I made it home without having lost or had my passport stolen.
You are soooo right about the passport Samsara! Mine was stolen/lost (its a long story...beach party...skinny dipping...bag left on beach) on my RTW trip on Zanzibar and i'd already been half way around the world! I was so upset about loosing that record...not to mention the visas that I needed further on down the road. But I must admit that my new passport is ten times cooler for the story, even with all the hassles I now experience in immigration! I got it in the interim embassy in Dar es Salam, before they rebuilt the new ones after the bombings, and its an "old style" passport. (one that you can't scan) I find myself looking through it whenever I'm going through severe travel withdraw.
Here's another favorite thing that I love...knowing that i'm in the right place at the right time for the right reasons...even if something bad happens. I love the feeling of being in the journey, a part of the adventure, meeting new people from all over the world that I would never have encountered if I hadn't left home. We pick each others brains about where we come from. We share stories about our previous lives and then share stories of where we've just been. We give tips for further on down the road and sometimes we trade books for a new read. And when we've really hit it off, we exchange email/mail address with the hopes that maybe, someday, we'll make our way to one another's home towns and be able to show each other our home town in supreme style.
Keep them coming......
Its giving me insperation and getting me threw my working days as I count them down before heading off again for my next trip. Still got a couple of month
Though thats another thing I love, is the build up and planning of a coming trip. Sitting, ploughing threw the forums on this site looking for information and suggestions on places to go and things to see. Slowly, but surely, my note book I have to help plan my trips starts filling up with names of places, certain hostels, tips on transport and loads of other relevant infomation. Once thats filled, I normally sit down and plot a route I look to take, giving me some indication on where I'll be going and what I wanna be seeing. I CAN'T WAIT........
Another thing I love is when you make a connection with a local person wherever you're travelling. It's great fun meeting backpackers and hanging out with them, but there's nothing as interesting or satisfying as having a conversation with someone from the country you are in, being invited to their house for dinner, being invited to hang out with their friends. That happened me a LOT in South America - people were so welcoming - it was how I learned my Spanish really.
And something completely different - LAUNDRY DAY! It's always a mini-celebration when you get your washing done.
That feeling when you first visit a new country and everything is NEW. A lot of things don't quite make sense; queueing systems, peoples behaviour, a new language and writing system, food that you've never tasted before, strange forms of transport, odd looking archtecture, styles of clothes you never knew exsited. It makes you feel very much alive
This is such a great subject - bringing back all the old memories
One thing I love about travelling are those little moments when you arrive somewhere or see something that you have only dreamt of/ seen photos of for years. Like the morning I arrived at Angkor Wat at 4:15am, totally dark thinking I'm really tired then the sun started to rise and you could see it all coming together in the horizon....totally breathtaking and really made me think - holy shit - I'm so lucky or when you look round the room of your hostel or a bar and all the people you're sitting with you only met a couple of hours before and everyone is chatting away and laughing like old friends.....good times!
I still remember the smell of the exhaust from the ferry I was on with my family travelling from Pireaus (Athens) to Hydra back in '77 when I was about 11 years old. It's not exactly a pleasant smell, but it brings back good memories.
I love all things to do with cars, and I'll spend hours looking at the passing traffic trying to work out the model name of certain cars, and to see which ones I recognise and which ones I don't.
Strange as it may be, I love supermarkets. It's fascintating going from ailse to ailse looking at the various products.
One other thing that I really love, is that mad anticipation that you feel when your plane has landed in your destination and you're just dying to get off; the feeling of absolute awe and almost disbelief that you have finally arrived in a certain place after so much time, planning, saving and preparation. Then, I begin to wonder about the adventure ahead and what it will hold. But suddenly, people start moving off the plane and I find I'm almost bursting with anticipation to explore the new destination.
If people feel the need to take drugs, they should go travelling instead.