Some people need a drug (from caffeine to heroin) to get a lift. Some people thrill at the sight of a blooming plant they’ve tended or the smell of an aromatic pie they’ve baked. Some get orgasmic over a well-played symphony. With me, it’s going….seeing….doing. That’s my drug, my satisfaction, my passion.
I absolutely love to travel. Anywhere. Anytime. For any reason. To new places….and to old places to find something new. The anticipation, research and planning of a trip, no matter how small, is as exciting as the actual going. My energy while traveling never seems to ebb. And lastly, the documenting of the trip and the memories it created by organizing and designing my photographic record of the adventure is very satisfying.
I love the thrill of flying, the rhythm of training, the flow of cruising….but most of all, the immediacy, the independence, the control and the up-close-and-personal of driving. I love it. I need it.
I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.
I travel for travel's sake.
The great affair is to be on the move.
Robert Louis Stevenson
It is good to have an end to journey toward;
but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Why does it always take longer….
to go somewhere than it does to come back?
For travel to be delightful
….one must have a good place
to leave and return to.
Frederick B. Wilcox
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness.
Isn’t it funny how an activity, habit or custom that is so natural to people living in one place is so foreign in other places:
In the western world, you wear black to a funeral. In the eastern world, you wear white.
In the West, crossing your legs as you sit across from someone is no big deal. In Japan, showing the sole of your shoe to someone is a big insult.
In North America, you (especially children) put a tooth that you lose under your pillow for good luck and to get a little prize. In Central America, for good luck you toss that tooth onto your roof.
In the bars of Nigeria, to hold a glass in your left hand is an intentional signal to others
that you are gay.
In the U.S. and Canada, a nice piece of beef steak is a common and delicious main course. In France, lots of people enjoy a horse steak. In Vietnam and Korea, the same family meal is quite often boiled dog with a little salt.
Tipping your taxi driver is appropriate everywhere except in Denmark where it is considered impolite.
When agreeing to marry, most people seal their romantic commitment with a kiss on the lips. Some people in Scotland however, do it by licking their thumbs and pressing them together.
A lot of westerners like a little sugar in their tea. Most Mongolians enjoy their tea with salt.
In the United States, most people who take aspirin take it by mouth. In France, aspirin suppositories are the biggest seller.
On this side of the Pacific, we think of the wise, old owl. In some Asian countries, the owl is the traditional image of stupidity.
Parents in Japan give their little children Gerber Baby Food with sardines in it. In Poland, Gerber sells lots of baby food made from rabbit.
Eastern Orthodox Christians in Europe and Asia wear their wedding rings on their right hands.
Don’t ruin your luck by letting a black cat cross your path….unless if you’re walking in England where that same cat will bring you good luck.
In Japanese restaurants, to get the attention of your server, it is common to hiss.
In Belgium, it’s very rude to slap someone on the back.
When preparing to go on a trip, layout all your clothes and all your money.
Then, take half the clothes and twice the money.
Lyrics by Paul Williams. Music by Roger Nichols.
Sung by The Sandpipers.
Once again there's a feelin' inside of me….
cryin' out....there's got to be more.
I put my faith in the arms of an open road and you can come along if you choose.
Because there's places that I've never been to…. sunsets to be ridden into.
Not a lot I can do but give into….the drifter….there's a drifter in me.
Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road.
Healthy and free….the world before me,
the long, brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth….I ask not good fortune, I myself am good fortune.
Henceforth….I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing.
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms….
strong and content, I travel the open road.
There are only two kinds of drivers on the road:
….idiots driving slower than me
….maniacs driving faster than me.
Not very politically-correct state mottos:
Alabama….Literacy Ain’t Everything
New Jersey….You Have the Right to Remain Silent
Illinois….Gateway to Iowa
North Carolina….5,000,000 People---15 Last Names
Colorado….Too Wimpy to Cross the Mountains,
so we Stopped Here.
Utah….Our Jesus is Better Than Your Jesus.
Adventure is worthwhile in itself.
You’ll learn more about a road by traveling it
than by consulting all the maps in the world.
Two voices are there:
one is of the sea….one is of the mountains.
Each is a mighty voice.
The country is lyrical while the town is dramatic.
When mingled they make the most perfect musical drama.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On the Road Again
Lyrics and music and sung by Willie Nelson
Goin’ places that I’ve never been.
Seein’ things that I may never see again.
And I can’t wait to get on the road again.