Travel? Why wouldn’t you?


A recent conversation with a work colleague prompted the question ‘but why don’t you want to travel?’ His response ‘but why do you want to?’

Those who travel can never understand why those who don’t wouldn’t want to, while those who don’t can never understand why those who do, do.

I had trouble formulating an answer for him. Why do I love to travel, why do I want to keep doing it and why am I constantly on the lookout for ways to escape my everyday life and travel the world?

I blame my father actually. While researching my family history I was discussing his teenage years with him and he was recounting his decision to join the army, it was 1945, he was 18 and WWII had ended but National Service had just been implemented. Dad was an apprentice boilermaker on the steelworks and, as it had been a reserved occupation during the war, he had the opportunity of deferring his National Service  for three years. No way, he saw his chance to go overseas and, in his words, have a bit of an adventure.

Twenty years later and with a family in tow he then figured that there were better places to bring up a family than the industrial north of England with its smog and snow (I love England by the way and am one of those people who actually like the snow) and transported us to the sunny climes of Western Australia. We never looked back, although we’ve travelled back – innumerable times.

During my teenage years dad bought a tent, fishing gear and a small boat and he introduced us to the joys of travelling the state, camping and fishing. I could bait a hook with the best of them and I still love to visit those areas that we explored as a family.

When us kids were off their hands my parents travelled, well into their retirement, around Australia, the UK and Europe, Indonesia and Malaysia. Mum was not a ‘boat’ person and would get terribly seasick so the first trip dad took as a solo traveler after she passed away a few years ago was a cruise and, although he’s slowed down a bit now, at the age of 85 he travelled to Melbourne with me recently.

So, it’s in my genes.

What’s your excuse?

12 thoughts on “Travel? Why wouldn’t you?

  1. It’s certainly in my genes on my father’s side. He had traveled around the world at a young age traveling between China and England visiting, Hawaii, India, Canada and Japan to name but a few before he was 10 years old. His national service was in Kenya and I hope to make it there myself later in the year.Happy Travels for 2013!

  2. I blame my Dad. He worked on a cruise ship in the bank was with & I remember going to the docks to see him off on the Oriana. Later he had a travel brochure hobby, but rarely booked a trip. He’s not that great a traveller these days, but still dreams about it- & now borrow my brochures.

  3. My parents emigrated from Ireland in the 70’s and we all travelled back to Ireland in 1977 to see family. I was 6 and it made a huge affect on me! My parents are now retired and have made several trips overseas to Europe, Canada and Hong Kong since. Looking forward to hearing more about your travels 🙂

  4. Yes, I can not understand how there are people in the world who are happy to stay in there own little bubble and not explore the cultures, foods and landscapes of our big world. Most of my family in Canada are just not interested in travel and beside a couple sisters and my ex-Navy dad, they have never or only once been outside of the country!! I think they are CRAZY for not taking the opportunity to visit Australia while I’m living here. C.R.A.Z.Y…..I’m still working on my Top 100 travel wishes and will post another 25 this week on Kai Chronicles!

  5. For me it was my Grandfather who passed the gene down through my mother. I love the opportunity to see new sites and experiences new cultures. Getting to know people from all over the world in their own environment is the road to world peace in my mind. My next major trip is to South Africa in May. I’m so excited.

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