This weekend I will kiteboard. I’ve been putsying around on the beach learning how to fly the humongous kite. Now it’s time to strap on a board and hit the water. I am the most uncoordinated person I know. But sometimes you have to dare to fail. In traveling. At work. In life. So here goes nothing…
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Global travelers tend to go to the extremes when they encounter small towns. They over glorify them for their humble quaintness or resent their slowness. Either way, travelers move through small towns quickly. We see small towns as convenient stopovers on the way to the main attractions; the half way mark between bright city lights […]
Mondays are downers. After the high of the weekend it’s easy to slump into a coffee cup depression as you hit your desk to start off a new week. But it doesn’t have to be like that. All around you are incredible sights, incredible experiences and incredible places to travel. All around you are moments of awe.
The middle of nowhere is the most romantic place to be. Whether it’s wide open plains, a rugged mountain side or a deserted beach, the middle of nowhere dares you to be deliciously isolated. Inviting someone to share in this wind whipped or sun baked setting is inviting them to be the focus of your attention for however long you’re there. Forget the city scene of overpriced rose petal clichés, the middle of nowhere is the spot to travel to this Valentine’s Day.
Some days are really great. Things go your way. You meet unexpected adventures that are surprising and fun, not euphemisms for an extra deadline from your boss. You appreciate where you are and enjoy the people you’re with.
I had one of those days yesterday. It was a combination of hiking, full moonlight and an impromptu party on the mountain – all on a Tuesday evening. And in the middle of hiking up Lion’s Head I realized what makes a really great day.
Travel is the great equalizer between ages. Maybe you can’t teach old dog new tricks, but you can teach it to pick a point on a map and go there. Just think how many people use retirement as their starting point for travel. Travelling is open to people of all age because it’s only as comfortable or hectic as you make it. You can find travellers in strollers or in wheelchairs.
So if you’re never too old to travel, is it possible that you can ever be too old for hostels?