This phrase sailed many an
adventurer over the waters to view different cultures and taste unusual
delicacies and marvel in the wonders of this globe. Away from the usual into
the unknown, our species seems to be driven into exploring.
Unfortunately for those who
welcome the strangers in to their way of life, they are often killed and their
land and resources stolen.
Recently a couple of friends were
discussing all the places on this blue marble they had visited and made me
think (or I wouldn’t be writing this).
It was a rite of passage to grow
up and see the world. This was the theme of recruitment for the Navy with ideas
of a girl in every port and coming home a well rounded more intelligent young
man having experienced what the globe offers and needing some shots.
Industries of travel agents
promise the getaway from the routine dull and boring mundane life each of us
live everyday with a full color brochures showing perfectly white soft beaches
dotted with cool drinks under palms swaying in the breezes served by attractive
natives at your beckoned call. Any location will be provided on multiple levels
of exploration - for a price.
But you can only stay for a short
time before you have to leave and return to your routine dull and boring
mundane life. The next batches of travelers have to be shown the routine of
antiquities and worthless bargains that wouldn’t be sold in Wal-Mart.
The guides intoxicate the visitors
with tales of kings and queens, mysterious scoundrels and romance while the
continuous train of consumers grab up over priced trinkets and unusual
delicacies that often does not set well with their normal bland diet.
My parents sent me to
Travel-o-loges perhaps to get me interested in traveling or maybe to peak my
interest in learning about all these far off places. I found the pictures and
movies and lectures interesting but they only scratched the surface, much like
history class.
Sure I’ve gone a few places and
seen some stuff, but the travels I cherish and remember with great fondness are
about “the people” not the places.
I was lucky enough to learn enough
of the guitar so many of my early travels brought people together with music.
Strangers can become life long friends over a pint and a song.
Other, more distant travels
required exploring places not on the tour list. Don’t ask the hotel Concierge
for directions to the local hot spot, but ask the bus boy where the locals hang
out.
Even without knowing the language
people can relate to one another, but be aware to observe. This is what travel
is all about. See how people, just like you, relate to each other.
(Side note: in today’s internet,
we communicate with people all over the globe without taking off our pajamas,
but it is different in the smell and the heat and the sound of a different
environment).
Being invited into a stranger’s
home and partaking of his or her normal dinner is the real treat of travel. It
is always good to carry a treat to repay such hospitality.
And though this is not as easy as
following a pre-assigned schedule and you will not get any photos of the usual
sites, you will get a feel for the culture and what makes us all similar yet
different.
Perhaps I’ve been lucky with the
limited adventures I’ve had, but each is the memory of people and not the places.
A return trip might bring a different reminder or a totally new exploration.
But I never found anything or
anyone better than home.
And home is wherever you are.
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