I travel because I love to Because I love the adventure of discovering new places,
which are almost always very beautiful I travel because in a world where most people seem to
spend their lives doing things they hate, my travelling is a source of endless delight
and an act of small rebellion. I travel, Because this is how I escape all the TV commercials,
cocktail parties, and assorted social posturing I travel Because your closest travel buddies do not lie or cheat and
cannot be bought or bribed or impressed by power, but respond only to the mutual need for exploration and endless fun I travel
Because only at a new destination can I find solitude without loneliness I travel Because cocktails out of an old tin cup always
taste better in an odd location I travel Because I suspect that we’re all going along this way for
the last time, and I for one don’t want to waste the trip And, finally, I travel Not because I regard travelling as being so terribly
important but because I suspect that so many of our other daily concerns are equally
unimportant – and not nearly so much fun.