During my recent short trip to Romania I had some thoughts about modern travel.
Herded through check in, safety control, border check. Now on to the queue at the boarding gate and into a hopelessly cramped plane.
Then after landing, the same ordeal in reverse.
Shouldn’t the flight itself be already a part of your trip, a bit more enjoyable than two and a half hours of sitting in a cramped economy class seat, the guy in front endlessly moving his seat back, each time banging your knees….
Utterly crappy way to travel but I can’t pay for business class or first class seats…
I played some mind game about travel a hundred plus years ago… arriving by coach at some harbor, mounting the gangway to your ship, twirling your walking stick and taking possession of some nicely appointed cabin. And starting to enjoy the trip. And looking forward to the whole duration of your voyage.
Slow, deliberate travel.
Life was certainly not perfect back then, but definitely easier and slower. And more enjoyable. Or rather you took the time to enjoy it. You had choices and you could arrange everything to your taste. Nowadays you have to run with the herd. You’re at the mercy of the system. No way around that unless you’re filthy rich and can afford a better way to travel.
sure there were differences in travel back then too. If you were part of the upper class you could afford comfort but it was not as disproportionate as today. Travelling third class in the bottom of a ship must have been like modern travel, only longer.
Why is it that the older you get the better the past looks to you? Must be some wiring in the brain going rotten!
Or was it really better?
What are your thoughts on travel, life and everything?
Thanks for hearing me out.