Many People think of travel as a pleasurable endeavour, a joyous escape from the drudgery of workaday life into a world filled with pools, cocktails and non-stop entertainment. What I have just described is a holiday; travel is something quite different. Travel involves long bus journeys to remote villages where the food is inedible, there's nothing to see and nobody understands a word you're sayi
ng. Travel is not seeing the sights, it is seeing the lack of sights, seeing the people as they really live, eat and ride to work. Travel is a full-body, pan-sensual experience that cannot be summarised in a smug Sunday supplement article or directed to in a guidebook. There is no substitute for time spent on the road, because as easy as it is to miss - travel involves travelling, from place to place, and lots of it. It will not be easy and it will not be pleasant, yet the sense of fulfilment will be live-giving and self-perpetuating. Travel feeds on itself, an addictive force that takes over your world and changes you for the better. If you arrive home relaxed, tanned and clutching a souvenir ashtray - you were on holiday. If, however, you return exhausted, bruised and sorely in need of a holiday - then it sounds like you've been travelling. Get out there, see the world as it really is and make it your own. Destroy your prejudices, make the planet a better place, Live!