Those of you who’ve followed my travel adventures over the last couple years know that when I travel solo, I’m pretty frugal.
Whenever I hit the road, the back of my mentality remembers the nomadics throughout human history. Even today nomads – and refugees, and the very poor – travel pretty hardcore comparative to what media and most of US society believes is normal.
Last summer, after People Report Summer Camp in Dallas, I decided to take Greyhound back to Portland Oregon. It was smelly, slightly dangerous (at least until Colorado) and uncomfortable. But, I met some very interesting folks that I still keep in touch with – a ranching grandma, a college student heading into foreign affairs and a railroad locomotive engineer.
I’ve slept at least four nights on the granite floor of Boston South Station in the last 2.5 years waiting for a bus to leave in the next seven hours.
I get a kick out of traveling uncomfortably. It reminds me of the reality of millions of humans today.
By the way, when I travel with a lady friend, I like traveling in comfort, unless we’ve mutually decided to “rough” it.
Tonight I’m parked in a Motel 6 on the coast of New Hampshire. There’s a bed, table, desk, chairs, television, shower and air conditioning.
It ain’t bad. Oh and fyi – Dennys still makes a good burger.