#trave

Foras Road has a sordid reputation (…) Old crones sat in doorways, while their daughters were pushed out to earn money. It is intriguing that a society which is very covert with sexuality should be so straightforward about prostitution. ↗

— Tahir Shah

#india #prostitutes #travel #travel-writing #women

Traveling outgrows its motives. It soon proves sufficient in itself. You think you are making a trip, but soon it is making you - or unmaking you. ↗

— Nicolas Bouvier

#motivational

Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain, And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again. ↗

— John Masefield

#travel #nature

Today..passes as yesterday, today is passing by... Tomorrow shall become today and that too shall pass! ↗

— Escapades

#time #today #travel #attitude

Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#travel #beauty

They lied, you know,” said Cpl. Allan Richmond. He hugged the wall next to Owens. Beside him, PFC Bucky Hatton crouched low, a Browning 1911 semiautomatic gripped tightly in his hand. “Who?” asked Bart, glad to be out of the wind and rain, even if it was only for a short time. “The assholes who said France was beautiful. ↗

— Brian W. Matthews

#beauty

what he sought was always something lying ahead, and even if it was a matter of the past it was a past that changed gradually as he advanced on his journey, because the traveller's past changes according to the route he has followed: not the immediate past, that is, to which each day that goes by adds a day, but the more remote past. Arriving at each new city, the traveller finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places. ↗

— Italo Calvino

#invisible #life #travel #traveling #change

All this, and discontent too! Otherwise, why am I sitting here dreaming of England? Why am I gazing at this campfire like a lost should seeking a hope when all that I love is at my wingtips? Because I am curious. Because I am incorrigibly, now, a wanderer. ↗

— Beryl Markham

#dreams

We all look back at some time or other and wonder why we didn't listen to our instincts. Why did we hestiate? Why did we lose our dreams? ↗

— Diane Griffith

#greek-island #heart-warming #humerous #travel #true-adventure

Don’t tell me how educated you are, tell me how much you traveled. ↗

— Mohammed

#travel #education