/pt/ – Petrarchan

Tourist vacations (what the vast majority of people mean when they say "travel") are fine but I think they're mostly for women. It's something your wife starts trying to do when your bank account hits 5 digits. Travel as in "living abroad for a while" is cool.

Slow travel is great. Something about the speed of air travel disorients the soul, I truly believe.

Travelling is great but the way lots of people do it really misses the point in my opinion. It ends up couched in a sort of mastubatory self absorption, where the entire purpose of the trip, the forriners, the tourist attractions, is as a sort of validation of the self. Travel should be to some extent a destructive act, you should feel diminished and alienated...

Only if you're a bohemian on a vagrant holiday

my most vivid memories are of my travels. wish I didn't have motion sickness or fear of planes lol

>>10012

Travelling is great but the way lots of people do it really misses the point in my opinion. It ends up couched in a sort of mastubatory self absorption, where the entire purpose of the trip, the forriners, the tourist attractions, is as a sort of validation of the self. Travel should be to some extent a destructive act, you should feel diminished and alienated...

This is it. Look up what Chesterton says about travel narrowing the mind. If you really want to get out of your comfort zone, go live without complaint in your neighbor's house for a month.Next door is stranger than the other side of the world.

>>10009

Slow travel is great. Something about the speed of air travel disorients the soul, I truly believe.

I've never had more fun traveling (or at least enjoyable discomfort) as taking a long Amtrak ride in the US. It is a shame that air travel is 100% more convenient for logistical purposes though.

>The plane is landing. To fly is the opposite of traveling: you cross a gap in space, you vanish into the void, you accept not being in any place for a duration that is itself a kind of void in time; then you reappear, in a place and in a moment with no relation to the where and the when in which you vanished. Meanwhile, what do you do? How do you occupy this absence of yourself from the world and of the world from you? You read; you do not raise your eyes from the book between one airport and the other, because beyond the page there is the void, the anonymity of stopovers, of the metallic uterus that contains you and nourishes you, of the passing crowd always different and always the same. You might as well stick with this other abstraction of travel, accomplished by the anonymous uniformity of typographical characters: here, too, it is the evocative power of the names that persuades you that you are flying over something and not nothingness. You realize that it takes considerable heedlessness to entrust yourself to unsure instruments, handled with approximation; or perhaps this demonstrates an invincible tendency to passivity, to regression, to infantile dependence. (But are you reflecting on the air journey or on reading?

>>10022

Only if you're a bohemian on a vagrant holiday

sexpats are the true travelers?

You should travel. Not as much as possible though. Travel is good for the soul, until you do it too much, then it isn't.

>>10012

Travelling is great but the way lots of people do it really misses the point in my opinion. It ends up couched in a sort of mastubatory self absorption, where the entire purpose of the trip, the forriners, the tourist attractions, is as a sort of validation of the self. Travel should be to some extent a destructive act, you should feel diminished and alienated...

I probably have to travel soon because my town is super polluted but I'm not looking forward to the unspecialness of being a foreigner. you really have to entertain yourself.

I went on a road trip recently that helped me. >be in “America is doomed, we have fallen” mood >go on trip across a few states >realize Americans are good, America is robust, and we will endure and thrive