I still think that taking a journey includes enjoying the process of arriving at a destination. The excitement begins for me dragging the bag out of the storeroom.
The bit I really enjoy, is getting home again.
I have been dragged all over the world.
Theres nothing inspiring about being forced through the cattle-chutes at Beijing airport, staring down a militiaman fondling his automatic carbine in the grey concrete bunker that passes as an international terminal at St Petersburg, watching a bored official at Seattle poking through your underwear while he looks for a nuclear device........ Hell, I dont even like going down to the closest town an hour and a half away, come to think of it.......