This week, as my friend Daniela embarked on yet another journey (Tanzania, Kilimanjaro, Ethiopia) with her backpack, camera and the mindset for journal (Diaries of a Backpacker), a group of us started questioning her as to what was she running away from. Obviously, something: the inability to stay still? the non-attachment? the time to think?
Not that I was any different a while ago; however for me travel was the form of self, looking at society from the distance, leaving what I didn’t want behind and finding a new self. The road was first the way out, defense against thanatos. If I felt I had reached the ceiling, I’d pack and go. Then it became lifestyle, movement, tangible transformation. I started envisioning cities in my mind, beautiful places, so I’d fly there to make it real…. Cliffs of Moher in the western coast of Ireland, Santorini, The Grand Bazaar in Istanbul. For a while now it has been the desire to see the bold, the beautiful and the breathtaking no matter what.
Coincidently, at the same time I come across a magazine that speaks straight to those of us who “embrace travel as a lifestyle”. High end fashion photos and long stories, and the magazine is called Trunk. It’s a little more sophisticated than National Geographic Traveler, and it’s distributed in the Thompson Hotels, Their goal is to spark readers’ adventures. Like I used to do with my dreams. Does it do it? I don’t know… The traveler is a traveler at heart, the unknown is alluring. Oh, yes, and one year ago I had to cancel my last minute trip to Egypt because the companion chickened out.