Travel Bug: Virus or passion?
You catch it one day, without warning. Restless legs, a lack of something, too long without flying, without new horizons, without jet lag. You’ve always loved to travel, but there is a huge difference between loving to travel and needing to travel.
Wanderlust attack
Like Julien Blanc Gras in his book "Touriste" (which I highly recommend, by the way), you look at your world globe (or better said, one of your 10 world globes) and you realize that you’ve never been to Siberia. Moment of panic, you’ll never be able to visit everything in a lifetime.
Until the next departure, you collect objects related to travel, almost as an addiction. Your loved ones even encourage you by offering you a world map to scratch with the destinations you visit, or a world clock. A world clock!! You can have breakfast at Sydney time and dinner at LA time. Awesome!
Even better, the world shower curtain. Between coconut bubbles, you dream of faraway places, when suddenly, you spot Ellesmere Island. You HAVE to go to Ellesmere Island, it seems inaccessible and super remote, perfect!
Taking off… Finally
And then finally, you’re about to leave on a new journey. Oh no, a 6-hour stopover in Dubai doesn't leave you enough time to get out of the airport, so it doesn't count: you haven't visited the UAE.
No additional points on your travel map, showing off your adventures around the world and informing you that you’ve only visited 31% of the planet (while a true adventurer doesn’t a travel map, an adventurer doesn’t show off).
But hey, besides this small setback, there you are, at the airport, in your element. You take off your belt to save time at security, your Lonely Planet sits quietly in your backpack and your liquids are perfectly arranged in their plastic bag.
You get emotional while watching the farewells and reunions of your fellow citizens of the world. There is nothing more beautiful than an airport hall.
Once on board, the usual tasteless cheesecake (why is there always cheesecake on board?) is followed by tomato juice (same question!). And in the middle of the movie, you can't help checking the interactive map that shows your location. No matter how many flights you’ve been on, it's still magical to be up there, above the clouds. Besides, you’re so excited you can’t sleep.
The hostess announces the upcoming landing, you fold your table, fasten your seatbelt and stick your face to the window to try to see the new landscapes awaiting you. Around you, the "plane-blasé" passengers keep read as if nothing’s happening... How dare they? Insensitive!
These are the moments when you ask yourself: Is it just a passion, or a virus, as my mom says? I would rather say a drug. I fly literally and figuratively when I am on a plane — yep, a literal high! —, and I experience a real feeling of deprivation when I don’t go anywhere for several weeks.
Here’s my favorite travel playlist:
Can you relate to this? Let us know in comments!