Travel can get boring

The television news article went on and on about the thing. Newspapers lauded the display and along with other media, encouraged people to visit it. Visitors thronged to the gallery to see this artistic wonder.

"Oh you just have to see this place. It's so incredible." How many times do you hear that? You've finally come to surface after a night in a noisy hostel, managed about 3 hours sleep and in a semi-cose condition. Breakfast is some silly crescent shaped roll made mainly of air with the worst coffee you've ever tasted and another backpacker tells you all about this wonderful structure. Your reply is, "Yeah, right, okay." Yawn. But you go anyways. You've seen one Gothic cathedral, you've seen them all.
The number of times I have been on a train out of smelly London and breathed a sigh of relief as the lush green countryside is seen through the window. Yet, it's pretty much of a muchness. Sit on a hill viewing the landscape of hedgerows, fields and woods leaves me with a, "been there, done that". There are exceptions, but not many. The place is too small to have any extreme varieties.

The girl from New Zealand exclaimed how amazing the Sutton Hoo exhibit at the British Museum was. Then you go you see all this stuff and sort of shrug your shoulders as you view the rusty items and a few cleaned up shiny ones. What's all the fuss about?

Finally a visit to the Da Vinci cartoon in London's National Gallery leaves you unimpressed and wondering why you stood in a diminished light line for thirty-seven minutes, twenty-three seconds—just to see this. You take a look and decide a pint of the local beer will be more interesting.

But wait a minute!

There is an old saying, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Never were such truer words written or spoken. Each one of us is different. We can all stand and view a painting or building and see something the other ones do not. Appreciation of art (for instance), by an artist, is different from it being observed by a mathematician.

As you look at the Da Vinci cartoon, you notice the detail and can almost feel it. There's a sensitivity to the work that's unmatched. The shading of the charcoal and position of the heads give depth and expression to the faces.

A student of archeology stares in wonder at the helmet of this Viking. A warrior, buried in honor and here are his remains. What battles did he fight? How many maidens did he woo? Are there any more hidden treasures out there, yet to be discovered?

The ornate spire and flying buttresses of a Gothic cathedral leaves you speechless at the amount of work that went into it all—something you could never achieve. Inside you may see wooden carvings, such as those at Ulm, of people who made the history that we grew up in as a result.

Walking off track, through a wood and there is that almost magical light coming down through the trees, filling a section of it. Your imagination starts running and you feel as though you are in Middle Earth, expecting some mythical creature to appear.

Finally that journey. Planes, mostly, are boring. You get on it, fly over everything and get off. Trains on the other hand are different. You can see the countryside as it whisks by and sometimes it stops at a station, where you impulsively get off to see what's there. Buses are similar. All of them have people you can chat with, if they are not plugged into some stupid little box which alienates them from the rest of the real world around them. Many travel writers say the journey is often more important than the destination. sometimes that's true.

Then, there comes a time

Another blogger has been teaching English in Viet Nam for a couple of years. She has reached the place where something new is needed. We all reach that point, where saturation takes effect. The daily kind of routine has lost its shine and we want difference.

There's a world out there and no matter where the trips take us, there is much-much more we have not seen. The wanderlust has taken hold and starts nudging us, then it begins kicking us up the backside yelling, "Time to move on, get me out of here".

Traveling does reach a climax in a way. You know when it's time to hit the road and find a new place. Sometimes you are there for a short period, other times it can last for years. Once in a great while a person finds a locale where they settle down and spend the rest of their days.

For myself, I need to get out and give my eyes a rest from dullness and hear a different main language being spoken. To feel the strangeness that happens when you immerse yourself in a different culture.
Aug 08, 2013

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Thanks Dyanne, you fitted right in with the subject.

High altitude in Nepal, cleaner air, but less of it.
Aug 23, 2013 at 0948
All oh so true Ted, and very well said. Especially love the soft collage - nicely done!

Enjoyed the read, but never dreamed I'd find a link to my own TL hovel within it - thanks for the shout out. It's true, two years in Vietnam is enough - there's still a Big Blue Dot to explore. And I'm presently giving that a go this morning with my first day in Nepal!
Aug 23, 2013 at 0142