Don't Just Travel
Some time ago, a FB friend posted this article: Why 'Don't Worry About Money, Just Travel' Is The Worst Advice Of All Time ; to which I added a comment: "I love travelling, but the more I travel, the more I find it a lie. At the end of the day, you go home. You face the same four walls you call home. There's the same job, the same commute, the same friends, the same enemies, the same problems; you're stinking broke and can't wait to travel again. When you do travel, you feed some of your money into that tourism machine. You bought some bangles at a village that might provide a paltry meal for a family. A lot of it is manufactured. You can never help the people you want to, like the road-side stall Aunty selling flowers in New Delhi. No matter how well I take a photo of some scenery, it can never replace the magic of the place when you're there. Looking at the picture again just makes you sad, because you're not there and the people you're with