When people ask me why we travel, my usual response is to say - "Because, when I'm travelling, I really know that I'm alive". My wife is more likely to say that it's because she hates cooking and can eat out every day but the simple fact is... we love to travel. The experience is usually so intense that every detail becomes indelibly etched in our memories. I might not be able to remember what I did on any given day at work last year but I can still clearly remember the events of our first trip to India in 1994 - almost as if it only happened 6 months ago.
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