Sykk wrote: » I'll tell you what travel doesn't mean to me. All the clowns in Australia I know that get thrashed every night, eating tayto in scruffy murphies and drinking pints of magners, while living in a hostel with 20 other Irish people aren't travelling. Even though they say they are.
shopaholic01 wrote: » The main thing is the freedom - not having to worry about time or needing to be somewhere.
Kev_2012 wrote: » SUN, SEA, SEX, SAND, BOOZE, SEX, MINGE, FANNY AND TITS.
Dudess wrote: » Travel to me means: enjoying myself, relaxing, indulging, pampering. Not testing my endurance levels, like dragging myself around a stinking, super-humid south-east Asian city. Each to their own, but nothing will ever make me want to do the back-packing/hardship/no western comforts/insanely harsh climate thing. I think I should work for a tourism company. :pac:
Sappa wrote: » The whole point of travel is living in a different country for a while without your dummie to suck on.
Sappa wrote: » Ehh no you shouldn't,the whole point of travel is living in a different country for a while without your dummie to suck on.
kissthesky wrote: » I love going to a really out of the way place, maybe off the beaten path in the middle of the jungle somewhere that takes about 3 days through malaria infested swamps and and making my way upriver while dodging opportunistic cannibals.