I feel a certain sense of disconnect from the world, in part this might be partly geographical but also mental.
We can feel affection for places and despite people taking the higher ground of claiming not be attached to material things, we cannot help but me driven towards or feeling affection to ‘things’.
But is it as simple as being around or having access to the people that you meet in your lifetime with whom you have a genuine sense of affection for that makes certain places worthwhile?
Perhaps the musings on here are becoming increasingly philosophical in their musings.
When really readers are just looking for a travelblog. Let me know what you think.