“I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed to its idolatries a patient knee.”
Lord Byron must have been having a bad day when he wrote those words. He also declared, “Italia! oh Italia! thou who hast the fatal gift of beauty.” and “There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, there is a rapture on the lonely shore, there is society, where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar.”
Here’s the deal. Everyone loves to travel; to experience the world with its rank breath, fatal beauty and lonely shores. And here’s where I share some of my travel experiences.
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