Why Travel? Oh, the places we will go!

Fuck dude, I want to shout: “Why not?” But that’s not a very engaging article and my co-blogger would question my commitment to this project. In all seriousness though, the question really should be, why don’t you travel? 

So much shit to see

And I know the first excuse to fall from your lips is going to be money. Fair enough. Times are tough, petrol requires you to take out a second mortgage and the Rand is getting bummed out there by all the currencies that buy you entrance into exciting new places. However let me counter your argument with this fine thought: travel doesn't have to mean two weeks in Europe or shit-fancy hotels that charge you for having the damned cheek to breathe regularly.

Here at cunt headquarters, travel is just another word for adventure. Adventure can be amazing trips to exotic places around the world, but it can also be an exploration of your own city. Or a couple of friends, a crappy tent and the furthest camp site your half tank of petrol will get you to. Because money will buy you holidays, but chutzpah gets you the adventure.

Now let’s get back to the question at hand – why travel? Well I'm no great human, but I’d hazard to say that most of the good bits that have cropped up did so while I was out experiencing shit and not so much whilst blobbing on the couch. You meet new and interesting people, who might just teach you something more about yourself, themselves or even the world. New experiences force you to grow as a person and think beyond the narrow borders of the weekly routine of eat, sleep, work, repeat. And sure, shit can be hard out there for a bitch (or dude, if that’s what you are), but that’s just twice as much growth in the same amount of time. Think of it as more bang for your buck or whatever. 

It's hard out there for a bitch

The other big reason to travel is because it’s fun. And if you’re like any sort of human then you want to have fun. Seriously don’t be all dark and twisty – that bullshit is dull. Go out there and have a good time. Sing loudly in the car with your chosen humans as you drive to your next adventure and tell stupid stories around the camp fire. Dance in new places and swim in new waters. Climb a fucking mountain so you can do that Lion King ‘everything the light touches is your kingdom’ routine. It makes you feel privileged as fuck. And that’s because you are privileged to be out in the world, seeing what it has to offer. And when you return home to your comfortable bed and your flat screen TV, you've got tons of photos to remind you how much fun being alive actually is and some kif stories to share over your next beer. Because no one really gives a fuck what you did at the office anyway.

The perfect end to a solid day of adventure

In summary: travel is good for your soul and it’s a fuck load of fun.

So go see a new country, or a new part of your country. Go to a festival, or even go down the goddamn road. You might just experience something amazing, meet someone rad and become a little less shit. And I'm pretty sure that that, my friends, is the meaning of life.