Wanderlust. It's hard to describe to people that don't have it. It starts usually somewhere innocent. Like reading a book set in a far away place, a passion for a cuisine, bedtime stories and of course the usual predator. Watching too much of the National Geographic Channel. How do you put to words that sharing a dorm with rowdy Irishmen, swatting bugs out of your tent, different coloured cocktails and the exchange of exotic diseases are all apart of growing up to be a man (or an Internationalist). They don't seem to understand that my idea of a holiday isn't a week in Phuket or Bali, but more... full info