Why I Travel And Why I Miss It Now

Oct 27, 2020 | In the world

I miss traveling.

I travel often, sometimes with family, sometimes with friends. From the brainstorming of possible destinations, to the thrill of taking off, I enjoy the entire process. Much like the early stages of romantic love, the lure of travel obscures the pain of visa application, iterative discussions about itineraries and the endless scrolling through hotel listings. Given the bittersweet nature of travel, I have no doubt that the compulsion to remain homebound is making me pine for travel more ardently this year. 

When I moved to the United States, I found the wide open spaces disconcerting. In densely-populated Mumbai where I grew up, walking down familiar streets meant running into at least a handful of people I knew. In America, I could walk past parking lots filled with cars, but not make eye contact with another person. After hours of driving, I would find a McDonald’s outlet that looked exactly like the one in my neighborhood, unlike in India where dialects and cuisines changed as our vehicle passed through districts and states. 

Moving to a small island

When we first arrived in Singapore, my teenage daughter was surprised to note that ‘airport’ in Singapore only meant international airport, there was no domestic airport! Over time, I learnt to use ‘overseasas the catch-all term for travel, since there was no simple ‘out of town’ trip that could be accomplished without leaving the red dot.

“It’s the smallest place I have ever lived,” I complained to whoever was willing to listen. 

How could I live on such a small island? 

The solution turned out to be extremely simple. Singapore Airlines!

Through the airline’s network, I could get to San Francisco and Copenhagen as easily as I could to Siem Reap and Bali. The ease of navigating an award-winning airport made departure a breeze and the easy efficiency upon arrival made me feel at home the minute I landed. In seven short years, the magic portal of Changi airport transported me to 17 countries.  Until the pandemic hit. My plans to add three new countries to my current country tally of 30 during 2020 was thwarted. And how!

As I walked around the green trails in my neighborhood, hiding my disappointment under my mask, I looked closely at the pink and purple blossoms that brightened the trail, flowers that I had previously noticed but always ignored. Why was I so careless with the familiar and so fascinated with the foreign? 

An itch to travel

Was the urge to get away a response to a push from the dull routine of daily life? Perhaps I could try a staycation at a luxury hotel with an in-house spa.

Or was it the pull of exotic locations in faraway lands? Perhaps a virtual Airbnb experience could satisfy the craving for a peek into a glamorous farflung locale.

Or was it a wish for expansion that could only be experienced by leaving the borders of a city-state? Maybe a short ‘seacation’ on a cruise ship that floated in international waters would help.

Travel offers us an easy escape, a change of scene that recharges our senses.

We forego the comforts of home and take off by road and by sea. But there is something special about flying, a feeling of fleeing not just man-made boundaries on land, but also a pulling away from earth itself, for however long the aircraft stays airborne. Even before arriving in a new country, the flight becomes a gateway for new experiences. 

Not surprisingly, when Qantas offered a six-hour flight across the vast continent of Australia that promised views of Uluru and The Great Barrier Reef, tickets sold out in ten minutes. Eva Air’s three-hour moon-gazing flight during the Mid-Autumn Festival was fully booked. 

To me, getting on a flight that takes off and lands at the same airport doesn’t hold much interest. 

While I fondly remember the comfort of business class cabins on otherwise boring business trips, I can’t forget one interminable transatlantic flight in the early days of my traveling life when I was seated between smoking passengers in the rear of the aircraft. 

Being vegetarian limits my food choices on airplanes, and I have often been left hungry when my request for a special meal was ignored or lost. Whether I am flying out or returning home, I always choose itineraries with direct flights when possible or those with the shortest overall travel time.

I travel to be awed and inspired by new places, to be surprised and challenged by novel experiences that cannot happen when I’m reading a book or watching a show on screen. 

In the words of Nobel Laureate Anatole France, “What is traveling? Changing your place? By no means! Traveling is changing your opinions and your prejudices.” 

Oh, the places I have been

Whether I soared above the other-wordly fairy chimneys of Cappadocia in a hot air balloon or walked through the labyrinthine medina of Fez, I engaged with my new environment with all my senses. In Istanbul’s Grand bazaar, my friends and I grinned in response to the flamboyant good-natured greetings of “Welcome, India” from eager salesmen,irrespective of whether we stepped into or moved away from their shop. High up in the Atlas mountains of Morocco, a little girl pointed to the red bindi on my forehead and folded her hands in a namaste gesture followed by a typical Bollywood dance move that made me laugh but also connected us with a shared sense of knowing. 

I was humbled by the kindness of our tour guide at Jostedal in Norway, where our ambitious kayaking and glacier climbing expedition turned into a freezing nightmare, and impressed by the young hitchhiker from the Netherlands, whom we picked up on a warm December day in New Zealand’s South Island.

Whether it’s a quick weekend trip to Penang, or a two-week driving tour of Europe, having encountered a variety of humans and experienced the vagaries of nature, I return home refreshed, renewed and willing to observe my home turf more closely. 

I agree with novelist Ann Patchett that “The best vacation is the one that relieves me of my own life for a while and then makes me long for it again.”

Given the current state of our Covid-19 world with no travel in the foreseeable future, there’s only one thing to do – brew some Moroccan mint tea, fire up the tajine, and set up a zoom call with my travel buddies to pore over photographs and relive happy memories of time spent exploring faraway lands.  

What are the places you have travelled? What do you miss most about not being able to travel in 2020?

Photo credit y_mokashi @instagram

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