Because I Said So. Last time she talked about toothache in Japan, but this time round Rachel's getting a bit more philosophical and tackles the big travelling debate: is it really about the journey or the destination?
When I travel it is most definitely about the destination. The journey most times, I wish I could blink and it be over, especially when travelling by plane. The hours seem to drag when you are excited about beginning your new adventure and to be honest they don’t seem to pass any faster on the way home ...
I have had a couple of enjoyable journeys – train rides meandering through Vietnam enjoying the spectacular scenery; The Indian Pacific train across Australia – a highlight of which, strangely, was the Nullarbor (miles and miles of flat desert plains); road trips through the beautifully serene South West of Western Australia, super fast trains through the countryside of France – probably all the more enjoyable because of the speed.
|Flinders Ranges, South Australia - heading towards beautiful nothingness|
One of my worst journey stories nearly put me off flying for life, which would have been tragic! A family of four sitting next to us before take-off were looking very agitated. They were holding hands across the aisle and praying for a safe trip. Just as the plane was starting to taxi onto the runway, the father jumped up and started shouting that they wanted to get off the plane! I’d never worried about planes crashing before this moment and every flight since I feel this slight unease – but I have travelled by plane many times since this happened so it didn’t put me off. Thankfully, I’ve always gotten through the journey and the pleasure of reaching my destination and exploring some place new far outweighs the time and means of getting there, for me anyway.
|Plane headed for Vladivostok (my personal worst flight - Amanda)|
He has visited many places, or ports as he would refer to them; Beijing, Kobe, Phuket, Singapore, Panama, Alaska, and so on – most of these were last year! I’m pretty confident in saying that he wouldn’t be able to tell much about any of those places. He could, however tell you with pinpoint accuracy the date and time they arrived and departed; the make, model, year and place of origin of any and all modes of transport used in each location; and which night they got to dine with the Captain of the cruise ship (apparently this honour is bestowed on the frequent sailors and my Dad always gets an invite!).
|Cruise ships docked in Singapore|
Which type of traveller are you – the journey or the destination?