So, dude, why do you travel? Uh, yea, well, you know mate, it is because I really like to meet people and ... talk with them, make friends and all. You know? That is the way for me ... I don't really care much about where I go, ye noo? It's this connection you build between yourself and the others that interests me the most.
To me it would seem that when this is happening I can experience only two sensations - wanker's pleasure if I am answering or disgust if I am listening.
My claim is that people who travel usually don't care about places they visit and people they meet - at all. I mean they don't care in the slightest. And that might easily be the biggest advantage of living and traveling in different country. I get to not give a shit about anybody or anything unless it complies with my "something special" agenda (of real significance, of course).
To prove this point I can just go back in time and see what I did. No need to point at somebody else, hurt anybody's feelings.
I remember how I talked, what did I propose to be my core values and motivation for riding a motorcycle for thousands of kilometers through several countries.
We were sitting in a hotel lobby and chatting with this French dude (about 60) who was just about to cross a border between Cambodia and Laos. He was in awe that we rode that motorcycle so far and that we actually were eager to go further up to Laos. And he would ask all these things about how does it happen that two people (Kim and I) hook up like this and decide to torture their butts for so long. And there I was saying all that, sharing it with this guy (who supposedly was the owner of "The laughing cow" cheese company) and he would happily agree with everything I said and share his stories in exchange. All of the sudden there would be two wankers bonding with each other on a very personal level. We would keep bonding until we came ... to the topic of relationship between Kim and I and the substantial crisis that was slowly developing between us at the time. And he would conclude, turning to Kim: "You know, he might not be ready, just yet."
At that point I realized there was only one wanker left and it wasn't me. So I lost interest in the whole thing and next day - off we went! And we are most likely never gonna see him again. Ou yea! I love to travel!