A few words about slow travel

I’m glad that my natural slowness here and elsewhere now has a nice name. I’m a slow traveller. I think, however, that beyond the rhythm that allows a certain flexibility, it is also a question of the way we look at events and encounters. A look that comes from within and does not cohabit with a to-do list. But don’t worry, I hear it won’t catch on everyone.

I also know that there’s a time for everything. That there’s not just one right answer in this universe of differences.

I’ll leave you with this thought anyway.

Can we as responsible travellers not contribute to the disenchantment of others when we arrive on their territory?

Can we both rejoice in each other’s presence?

Obviously, in view of the popularity of some places and activities on Instagram, swing builders in Bali, for example, are responding to the demand and producing new ones. However, it seems to me that the exchange could be richer and at the same time lucrative for them.

Because, after all, it seems to me that travelling is first and foremost an invitation to meet and share.

It was a reflection, dear Milesopedians. Please don’t throw tomatoes at me if you’re preparing to go see the cherry blossoms in Japan next spring.

Maybe I’d like that, too.