If I think back to what inspired me to travel, it had very little to do with reading about others’ adventures. Sure I loved stepping into the shoes of climbers on towering peaks and donning the suits of divers in circuitous caves, but those stories didn’t actually get me moving.
More than anything, I attribute my travels to stories that challenge normality. Because, in my opinion, it takes a little stretching of the imagination to break the mould. And until I broke the mould, I found it hard to understand the many virtues of travel.