Hungry travellers? Why?

Because we love it. Food is a huge part of travel – is there anything better than finding where the locals eat, finding the bars the locals go to, losing yourself in the atmosphere? No, there isn’t. Apart from maybe just being there, where the locals speak no English, we don’t speak their lingo, the menu has no translation. Fantastic. The beer and wine sending you to sleep as the waves crash ashore, waking to the call of the muezzin, fetching breakfast from the bakers. Watching that guy strum his guitar, feeling the tingle as their music washes over you and fills your soul, wishing you had the talent to join in. Finding another bar, even better than the first one. Wondering when the phrase “comfort zone” had a meaning.

We’re not kids. But we’re backpackers. We don’t have to do it, but we do. Arrive with no bed, find those bars, find those places, love this life. You don’t have to be brave, you just have to want to learn. You don’t have to seek comfort, you just have to know what you want. And travel like you’ve been there before.

Hungry? Yeah. For food, people, beer, wine, experience, something new. You can’t be too old, you can only be too afraid.

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