I think for me it's a few things.
The sense of adventure that always seems to occur every time I travel, from the airport to arrival at the hotel destination. It's a steady stream of chance events where you pray that the travel gods will shine upon you and grant you not only a safe trip but an adventurous one.
Then there's the discovery of a new place and a new type of life. The people however they may be, you tap into their local culture and feel the vibe of the new city. The locals always seem so eager to answer your questions, to show you around, let you discover their wonderful city, the innocence and sincerity with which they answer your questions (except maybe if your in New York, but I've had no complaints there either).
Most importantly, the peace of mind I feel once I arrive and explore the new environs. It always reassures me that I made a good decision, that all the money (a lot more if you're traveling solo and not on a company expense card), time spent planning and sacrifices made were worth it, that the reward of experiencing a new city was worth the headache.
For weeks after I return I nurse this permanent smile on my face and feel like nothing else can compare, nothing comes remotely close to the fun, the adventure, the pleasant strangers, the fantastic food, picturesque scenes, misadventures, empty pockets, nothing at all beats it and to be perfectly honest with you nothing else has.
I travel solo because nothing else lets me relish in these adventures except if I am by myself. Nothing else lets me take in the sights, the stupid scenic pictures, the missed wake up calls, the offtrack outings, the sudden need to stop and have a drink at the closest bar just when my feet start to hurt, the willingness to seem unfettered and open to anything and everything, nothing else allows me to explore my inner child wonderment except if I'm by myself. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
The sense of adventure that always seems to occur every time I travel, from the airport to arrival at the hotel destination. It's a steady stream of chance events where you pray that the travel gods will shine upon you and grant you not only a safe trip but an adventurous one.
Then there's the discovery of a new place and a new type of life. The people however they may be, you tap into their local culture and feel the vibe of the new city. The locals always seem so eager to answer your questions, to show you around, let you discover their wonderful city, the innocence and sincerity with which they answer your questions (except maybe if your in New York, but I've had no complaints there either).
Most importantly, the peace of mind I feel once I arrive and explore the new environs. It always reassures me that I made a good decision, that all the money (a lot more if you're traveling solo and not on a company expense card), time spent planning and sacrifices made were worth it, that the reward of experiencing a new city was worth the headache.
For weeks after I return I nurse this permanent smile on my face and feel like nothing else can compare, nothing comes remotely close to the fun, the adventure, the pleasant strangers, the fantastic food, picturesque scenes, misadventures, empty pockets, nothing at all beats it and to be perfectly honest with you nothing else has.
I travel solo because nothing else lets me relish in these adventures except if I am by myself. Nothing else lets me take in the sights, the stupid scenic pictures, the missed wake up calls, the offtrack outings, the sudden need to stop and have a drink at the closest bar just when my feet start to hurt, the willingness to seem unfettered and open to anything and everything, nothing else allows me to explore my inner child wonderment except if I'm by myself. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
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