If you ever read a travel blog (like this), a travel book or tale or a travel review dressed up with personal experiences, you’ll feel a huge (and sometimes untolerable) energy and optimism. (At least, I hope so, for me and for you).
Travellers who love telling their stories are often curious, happy, brave, motivating. Sure we are, we want people to try the travel thrill, somethig that is worth living for.
But there are 2 things that must be stated here: first of all, not all travellers are travel story tellers. What I mean is that out of this room there’s plenty of travellers even more traveller that me, that don’t want/feel like/need to write it all down in a blog or where ever.
Secondly, doesn’t matter if you are a travelteller or not… it’s not all roses.
There are secret aspects of travellers’ personalities that other people can hardly see, and when they see it, they don’t like it at all.
I’m going to declare some of them
MAD. Missin Anywhere Disease
DEFINITION: MAD (Missing Anywhere Disease), is an incurable disease that affects one crazy traveller out of three.
It occurs through several symptoms at different residential stages of compulsive vagabonds. In its less severe forms, it occurs with an irritating feeling of nostalgia for the visited places.
In the more acute forms, the nostalgia occurs even for the places not seen yet.
In short, what happens is a shade of nostalgia that suddently covers the face of your serial traveller companion. It’s not your fault, you didn’t know that, but you may have mentioned a broken red shelf in your room, unconsciously reminding him/her of a red shelf in a coffee bar of Melbourne where there was a book she wanted to read but didn’t have the courage to ask for it. In a bar he/she used to go when homesick or whatever.
And she’ll be travelling back to that moment, feeling all she was feeling then and missing it, no matter if that feeling was sorrow and regrets.
Travellers can miss sorrow and regret too, did you know that? Bear with them, it’s nothing easy.
They have the feeling nothing belongs to them
It’s more than rational, it’s normal, it makes sense. Nothing really belongs to anybody (right?).
But the absolute awareness of this hurts, even more so when you miss so much places where you’ve lived for a little while.
I’ll try to tell you another thing: most of times a traveller lives a beautiful experience knowing perfectly how strongly nostalgia will arise the day after. It’s like living every single moment just to wait for tomorrow and feel nostalgia (the sentence in Italian sounds better).
What other people call fickleness
It’s not a scientific rule, but most travellers don’t have long term period friends in the sourroundings.
They have friends scattered all around the world. They don’t have a everyday relationship with them. Sometimes they hardly know when (and if ever) they’ll be able to see their friends again.
Moreover, they hardly ever have friends beloging to the past, friends they have since childhood.
This is often called fickleness, but it’s a mistake.
Travellers just let people go, when a friend’s ways is not the same as theirs. All people are but travel mates that we have the honour to have with us for a limited time. We must get the best out of it, and then give them back to freedom.
The bright side of this helpless solitude is that they almost always have lovely words for all of their past friends. They understand when the time to be parted has come, no need for therapeutic obstinacy for friendship that was supposed to last forever in the same crystallized way.
And they’ll always keep a good memory of all the past travel mates.
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What other people call indifference
A compulsive traveller is used to see diversity. Different ideas of beauty, justice, morality, behaviour. They have tattooed in their veins that “other where, important things are different, so who am I to judge?”.
They generally can’t have an exactc judjemental idea of something. This keeps them outside of angry games of conversations about the last world events, they cannot express strong opinions when all the others do. They start shaping their idea in time… when all the others have forgotten it and have other things to complain about and write on facebook.
This doesn’t mean they are indifferent, they have simply learned that an opinion is not like a pizza… something you can just prepare and bake in 10 mintes and eat in 15.
Their opinion is slow, too slow for current days.
What other people call Incoherence
And, you know what? Their opinion can change! I know this is defined ‘uncoherence’… I don’t know how else to define it and justify this feature, but I (and you) must accept it.
Travellers can change their mind, sometimes. And they are so unproud to admit that… “You are right. You made me change my mind”.
Terrible, terrible people.
Low sense of self preservation
Self destruction looks so sexy to travellers! Even if they try to be as wise and carefull as possible, they’ll always enjoy risks, bad food, that sense of “What’s that shit!? I’ll try it!”
And they’ll always unconsciously look for that, no matter what they do.
You tell stories that can’t truly be told
This is a storyteller’s frustration. You live something and you try to tell it so that the others can understand. But this tale is always going to be partial and uncomplete.
Travellers must accept that other people have different eyes and different minds and telling too much of a travel expeirence is both useless and even unfair.