There is no other way to explain the travel madness that runs in our family - at least in the female species. It's genetic!! I have very fond memories of travels made in my teenage including suffering the sweltering heat of May in Madhya Pradesh where we were reduced to eating onions and dousing our towels in water to cover our heads. Or the travel in Rajasthan where we hurtled down a steep slope in a tuk tuk at break neck speed to catch the folk dance program. Or the Karnataka road trip with my grand parents where I had the luxury of resting my head on grandma's lap on the back seat of the car and look at the swaying palm trees through the window, while the car traced the curves of the terrain.
With three women in the family my father has always been an unfortunate minority. Since then we've added two husbands and a son, however, when it comes to obsessive compulsive travelling, they are still a minority mentally. It has also helped that we've employed the divide and conquer rule where my mum has been given free reign on Asia while I explore Europe and my sister, the Americas.
Are we eccentric travellers - don't think so. We do the usual travel spots and photo ops and are not at all prosaic to admit it. This blog is a leisurely reminiscence of our experiences and a gentle nudge to humanity at large to become a .... travelholic!
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