Every step of that journey has a pretty interesting story attached. I may tell that story at a later date.
Anyway, it’s an amazing world out there. Much of it I have seen on my own. Other times I had a film crew with me. My grandfather once told me one of his greatest regrets was not having the opportunity to see the world. From an early age he found himself married, with 14 kids. That does not leave a lot of time or money for travel. Because of him, I’ve tried to appreciate every place I have left footprints.
And for every place I’ve been, there are about a dozen more I’d like to go. That’s the problem with travelling, its chronic. You are off in some distant land, you get homesick, you come home. Do your laundry, and start dreaming of other places to go. Sometimes it’s the same place… I’ve been to Germany at least 20 times. Hey, frequently you go where you’re wanted.
Other times you want to see new trees, new oceans, new people and experience new foods.
Travel can inspire curiosity. Growing up reading Tarzan novels and watching the movies, I became curious about the true nature of jungles. What do they really look like? Are they all different?
Sometimes I don’t know where I will wake up some mornings. Admittedly, there’s nothing quite like your own bed. But, some might argue, waking up someplace where the winds feel different, and the stars look just a little bit different, makes the day worth while.
