It is finding the known in the unknown, and the unknown in the known.
It is mental exhilaration and physical exhaustion.
It is anticipation and satisfaction.
It is memories of things seen and the curiosity to see new things.
It is re-living old memories and storing up new ones.
It is sinking in comfort, it is roughing it out.
It is pleasant surprises and unpleasant shocks.
It is a camera lost, it is a vision captured in memory.
It is being with the family, it is getting away from the family.
It is being duped by touts, it is being helped by strangers.
It is tasting exotic food, it is finding the familiar dhabha.
It is being a bit bored, it is having a lot of fun.
It is being away from home, it is finding new homes.
It is being out of touch, it is finding new connections.
It is cockroaches in the bathroom, it is squeaky clean sheets.
It is upset stomachs, it is healthy carrot juice.
It is swearing never to travel again, it is booking tickets for the next trip.
Is this just me, or do most people think of travel like this?