“For some reason, we see long-term travel to faraway lands as a recurring dream or an exotic temptation, but not something that applies to the here and now. Instead – out of our insane duty to fear, fashion, and monthly payments on things we don’t really need – we quarantine our travels to short, frenzied bursts. In this way, as we throw our wealth at an abstract notion called ‘lifestyle’, travel becomes just another accessory – a smooth-edged, encapsulated experience that we purchase the same way we buy clothing and furniture.”

Excerpt taken from Vagabonding, by Rolf Potts. Published by Villard Books.

I haven’t read too much of this book yet, but I came across the above paragraph in the opening pages and suddenly it became very clear to me why I’ve always had an intangible but ever-present dislike of week-long packaged holidays, rather than throwing any sense of a time-scale out the window and walking out the door.