One journalist's musings about the beautiful, bizarre world in which we live
Although I like all travelling in general, a friend noted that I seem to most enjoy “fringe travelling”—going to small towns that even nearby locals don’t know. I like that term.
I should have recognized this in myself much earlier. Years ago, when I was deciding whether to stay in Victoria B.C. or move to Westlock Alberta, I sought advice from a reporter in Alberta, who likened my decision to choosing between staying in Paris or moving to Siberia. The decision was obvious—”Siberia” was far more appealing.
Generally, my voyages have reflected this, but never so much as my time in Europe. Most of the places I’ve gone, people have said, “Why go there? There’s nothing there.” I beg to differ.
My next few posts will be dedicated to explaining the places I’ve been, with directions for those who might have similar motivations. Although I have a reason for being in each place, I will be keeping these reasons to myself.