Liner Notes

DSC #3: Beirut’s Postcards From Italy

So why do we travel? We travel to see things we have never encountered, to get out there. Sometimes it’s scary when you don’t know what to expect and perhaps that’s where the excitement lies. For me, it’s never really about seeing tourist attractions; it’s about taking a holiday from my everyday routines back home; it’s about being invisible in a sea of people or just watching people walk past. It’s going in search of something and finding something else. It’s roaming around with no destination in mind. It’s taking a holiday from myself. It’s breathing someone else’s air for a change.

Even if that means struggling with 13hr plane rides, unfamiliar languages, 24hr clocks, the waiting and its attendant agony, the not-unknowing, the looking-for-toilets, the fatigue, the sometimes inevitable change in plans, the excitement at that spot in your stomach that hurts so bad, I’m still gonna go. This time, I’m heading to Provence-Budapest-Békéscsaba-Paris so there wouldn’t be any soundscapes for at least 3 weeks. Wish me luck. Maybe sometimes one needs to leave home to find out that everything he needs is already back there.