Travel Is not something that once you have done it you know nor is it something that after one flight you know all there is to know… Travel is a gift that keeps on giving.

Months, even years after a trip you will still find benefits appearing. Emotional benefits, physical benefits and more so, intellectual benefits!

Yes. I have found, especially doing much of my travelling at a school age that you can learn  much more in 2 weeks of overseas travel than you would sitting in a classroom for a month and especially and office desk.  Things that you learn once you return somehow make much more sense, random information that you would usually not pay attention too is more interesting, everything comes together so easily. Say you went to Monte Carlo for a week, if nothing else you will learn that Monte Carlo is in France! When you return home you find yourself watching a documentary on the Second World War and it speaks of how Vietnam was once a colony of France and it was influenced greatly by French cuisine, I guarantee that would ignite some sort of intellectual spark within yourself. It can’t be denied that the occasional feeling of intellectual superiority is somewhat satisfying. Not only do you learn knowledge but you learn about yourself.

This is a good example of what I mean when I say travel is a gift that keeps on giving.  On my first visit to Hong Kong when I was 12, I discovered one of my other passions, Hong Kong was my first ‘overseas’ trip in a sense that it was a completely different culture. I didn’t know what to expect and what I found exceeded anything I could have imagined. For it was here I had my first encounter with high fashion. Yes, that giant Louis Vuitton store on Hong Kong Island changed my life. Louis Vuitton was like a work of science fiction, something  I had rarely heard of. Back then, where I lived had no high end shopping. It started with the wonder of LV soon to the cheap stuff and excitement of the markets where I bought my first pair of high heeled shoes and then to the luxury of the citizens. When I left Hong Kong I was diagnosed with an addiction that would haunt me for the rest of my life, I became: a shopaholic. This story is just one lesson of many that I learnt about myself in Hong Kong. It makes me think that your first culture change is a very important one.

There are so many other lessons that I learnt and continue to learn from travelling but I don’t want to waffle on and bore everyone. Hopefully if there is enough Interest, I can elaborate on these  at a later date.

L,

I think it is safe to say my passion is travel. But to be able to have a blog dedicated to a passion for travel, I should probably define passion…

Any powerful or compelling emotion or feeling (Dictionary.com). Many people have a passion, these things that arguably direct the course of our lives, that dictate our decisions, something that you are so passionate about that it brings you more happiness than ever. However not all people have a ‘passion’, for I have many a friend who believes they are still ‘looking’ for this one thing. Admittedly: I am young and as are many of my friends, the question of “What is my purpose?” is alive and well in many of our minds. I was fortunate enough to find my passion early. Which really is why this blog exists, I have always thought what is the point of having a passion and not being able to share it? Use it to find likeminded people and use it to inspire those whom it might be just the thing they are looking for.

My passion is travel, so lets WanderLust.

L.