a mash-up of public (communication) & solo (travel)
In another life I think I’d like to be a travel writer. I’d go off on a meandering adventure, but still find time crammed in amongst the clutter of events and exploration to wax poetic on the substance of the journey and grace pages with introspective fluff on the metaphysical implications of seeing the world.
When I travel I usually blog, a habit I fell into back before blogging was “a thing” and while most folks could only be bothered to send home a couple postcards, there was me seeking out an internet cafe in some narrow European street somewhere or begging a distant relative of their computer for an hour, why, so I could update my blog. Thus, the question of what makes for good travel writing has rolled through my notepad once or twice in the last couple decades.