I love to read travelogues written by others about places they have visited and sights they have seen. Armchair traveling is what interests me, I can visit palaces and forts, bazaars and malls, valleys and mountains sitting safe in my own home. I am a bad traveler and invariably end up at the end of my journey rather the worse for wear. When I reach my destination I find I’d much rather be back home. I know the die-hard travelers will be shocked at such a disclosure, but I am sure there are a few people in the world , a very miniscule number perhaps, who feel the way I do and who feel inhibited to disclose the fact.

The fact that I don’t enjoy traveling does not mean that I do not enjoy places and their history. I love to read about other people’s travels, I don’t have to move from my home to learn all about their experiences, good or bad. If they are good, I’m happy for them, if not I’m glad I’m not the one who got their wallet stolen or picked the wrong hotel to stay in or whatever.

Don’t get me wrong. If there was a way that I could get to my destination without the traveling that is required to get there, I’d travel I’m sure. It is the hassle of getting from point A to point B that I dislike . And once at point B, I’d be perfectly happy to explore and visit because I haven’t become a wreck getting TO point B.

My biggest heroes are the travelers who travel for traveling’s sake. Pioneers like Francis Drake and Columbus and Vasco Da Gama and the many unnamed and unknown ones who traveled where no man had traveled before, who traveled when there was no promise of a warm meal and a comfortable chair at the end of the journey.

I love my creature comforts, particularly my bed, my food and my clean bathroom.