It gives you that buzz
One huge benefit of modern times has been that we can travel. Only the other day, in historical terms, visiting places was reserved for the rich and idle. Aristocrats made the Grand Tour, coaching from Renaissance ruin to German spa with obsequious servants and bankers’ drafts. The average working person traveled no further than 20 miles from her or his residence; there was no time, money or means of transport to do otherwise. As there was no education to speak of either, there was no desire to travel anyway.
And I do not speak of the poor peasant. I mean most people. Even if you grew up, as Jeff did, in the post-War (I mean World War II) era in the ‘developed’ West (I intend the Timothy Garton Ash/Niall Ferguson-type Western world, not the Wild West that usually obsesses me - you know, North America, Europe, capitalism, civilization, for god’s sake), when could you travel? Properly travel, I mean: go abroad, experience other languages, cultures, food, smells. You couldn’t. It was only with the arrival of package holidays and charter flights that we, ordinary people, could actually go to another country. That was the 60s, really, or, for most people, the 70s. Even then only if your family had the wherewithal.
There were always intrepid travelers. Explorers, mountain men, navigators. They were heroes. They braved the seven seas, the untracked deserts, the high ranges. But they were either rich people or in olden times or unspeakably brave, bold and adventurous. I couldn’t do that, not little me.