This page has absolutely nothing to do with fashion … and everything to do with my habits and preferences as a traveller.
Solo. I’m a natural loner. I function best when I travel alone, with complete control over my schedules, my choice of destinations, and my means of transportation.
Selective. I’m not the sort of traveller who will carpet-bomb an entire continent with “Hey I Was Here” markers, hopping from place to place like a nomad. With my time and resources both painfully limited, I invest them in journeys to those few places that best suit my interests. This ties in with the next point, which is…
Repetitive. If I fall in love with a destination, I’d happily go back more than once. Japan was the first country to tug at my heartstrings strongly enough to warrant an annual return visit, and Korea has now earned that same distinction.
Moderate (in terms of cost). My standards for travel necessities are a few notches higher than bare-bones, but far below top-end luxury. For example, whenever I’m in Japan, I tend to avoid hostels on the one hand and high-end ryokan on the other, preferring the splendid mid-range compromise of the Japanese business hotel.
Non-adventurous. I like areas with reliable transportation, low crime rates, and Catholic churches (can’t skip Mass on Sundays!). This isn’t a dig at adventure travel in general, but a reflection of my own personality: that of a timid, mildly antisocial, non-beachgoing – in fact, beach-hating – chap who enjoys peace, order, cleanliness, and strict-to-the-second train timetables. (Is it any wonder I visit Japan so often?)
(Mostly) selfie-free. Seriously, why on earth would anyone spoil a snapshot of beautiful scenery or incredible architecture by blocking whatever’s in the background with their face? I say that half in jest, of course: many of my family and friends take selfies, and I don’t necessarily think less of anyone who does so. That said, this occasionally fatal practice makes very little sense to me and it’s something I’d rather avoid altogether, except for the rare snapshot sent to the folks back home to prove that I am (regrettably) still alive.