'Travel is only glamorous in retrospect'

Travel, so they say, has no real end. It marks a man and changes him forever. That may be true only in a very select number of cases, but it is supposed that that happens. Like bends on a river, however, there will come a time when the charms of a particular journey is going to shift shape and suit the traveler’s memory, when it renders itself more fascinating and glamorous to him in retrospect. One’s recollections of a journey is likely to stay with him thus without really leaving itself indistinguishable from his initial encounter with it.

This weblog is aimed at preventing such “stretchers.” Before reason loses its crown and let on that one man’s side of the world is the best there is (proving it by way of an awe-struck recollection of the place’s purported beauty, only to overlook a crucial detail that he hasn’t been to other sides of the world), citizens of the world ought to have access to some repository of travel stories where any one can really see the countries up close and standing in relation to one another.

A disclaimer, though: Those who will attempt to look for information here and ask about them in their local tourism office are bound to get arrested. This blog is by someone whose roots trace itself in a wonderful lineage of traveling clowns. And those who are looking for a “message” in his travel stories are advised to go to their post office website instead.