Planning is the fatal blow to any journey. Tourists plan. And, even worse, they plan in groups. Lunch here, shopping there, snapshots in front of the statue, and then back on the bus. It’s rare a tourist even remembers anything about where they have been, except for the oddest of details. How much a beer was, how lovely the maid was, or what a strange language those people spoke. But a traveler just goes, with no plan and with as little baggage as possible. And at some point, the journey itself becomes the destination.
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