Travelling is feeding my mind with new impressions. Small differences like this primitive way of selling petrol on the Island of Lombok. Different customs, food,faces,temperature,nature,buildings. Realizing how small I am in this big world, constantly wondering about what the ones I see or meet are thinking about or talking about. Is it the same as me? It makes me think about peoples posibillities and their ability to to create a good life for themselves and what options do they have when it comes to choosing work,marriage and other important things in life. It also makes me wonder why they often look so happy with so little and I so grumpy with so much.
Travelling is fighting everyday boredom. The planning and dreaming goes on for months and when I am back I have something to talk and think about for the rest of my life. And I have always learned something of value.