i read a book recently called the nasty bits my ron bourbain..or was it don? hes a chef who has some tv show about travelling and eating foreign food...regardless, this is the introduction that may be the most attractive thing ive ever read.
"My pal A.A. Gill once suggested that the older he gets, and the more he travels, the less he knows. And i know what he means now. Seeing the planet as i'm seeing it, you are constatnly reminded of what you dont know-how much more there is to see and learn, how damn big and mysterious this world is. It's both frustrating and addicting, which only makes it harder when you visit, say, China for the first time, and realize how muhc more of it there is-and how little time you have to see it. It's added a frantic qualitly to my already absurd life, and an element of both desperation and resignation.
Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, and leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life -and travel- leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks -on your body or on your heart- are beautiful. Often, thought, they hurt. When i look back on the last five years since i wrote the obnoxious, overtestostereoned memoir that transported me out of the kitchen and into a never-ending tunnel of pressurized cabins and airport lounges, it's a rush of fragments, all jostling for attention. Some good, some bad, some pleasurable -and all excrutiation to remember. [...]I've been writing this stuff for the same reasons behind my frenetic traveling: Because I can. Because there's so little time. Because there's been so much to see and remember. [...] It's an irritating reality that many places and events defy description. Angkor Wat and Machu Picchu, for instance, seem to demand silence, like a love affair you can never talk about. For a while after, you fumble for words, trying vainly to assemble a private narrative and explanation, a comfortable way to frame where you've been and what's happened. In the end, you're just happy you were there -with your eyes open- and lived to see it.
every time i read this, i swear, shivers go down my spine