Every travel fanatic suffers from a bout of ‘travel envy’ now and again.
It can start in one of many ways. Your friends are talking about their latest beach holiday or backpacking trip to South America. You come across photos on the social networks of acquaintances trekking the mountains of Sapa, Vietnam or standing with the Statue of Liberty towering behind them in the distance.
And suddenly, you are searching cheap flights to anywhere. You’re checking your employment contract for your absolute maximum number of leave days in a row. You are researching the best accommodation options for Italy and Peru and Auckland. You’re madly reading all blogs available for these places.
The feeling never truly goes away. ‘Travel envy’ is always lurking. It’s just a matter of time before it rears its head. I am experiencing a pretty bad attack at present. Most people I know in Hong Kong have headed off home for the summer holidays; to South Africa or England or America. If they haven’t travelled home, they are sojourning in some tropical destination. I am stuck in Hong Kong for various reasons, which is hardly a bad place to be. But living abroad and travelling are two quite different things. And my ‘travel envy’ has hit its peak.
Even though I am unable to leave the city, I have searched for cheap flights, calculated how many days holiday I could get away with, researched budget accommodation for several destinations and have read too many travel blogs to count.
For this summer holiday, however, I’ll have to be content with travel through books. But my feet are itching to be on the move again. To borrow the words of Swiss author and explorer, Isabelle Eberhardt: “Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.” And the photo albums of others’ adventures surely won’t help.