Man is homo viator [...] and the journey itself matters more than the arrival. [...] In the quest for new places and sensations, even the neatly pre-packaged trip may allow one a break from the ordinary round of profane experience, a taste of the sacred. Landscapes and buildings that are workaday settings for the native become, for the expectant visitor, functions of his need for mental and spiritual renewal.
The pilgrimage of travel is also a rite of passage. Seeing all things afresh with eager eyes, the open spirited journeyer steps outside of ordinary time1


While it may be true that part of the appeal of travel is this liminal (from limin, threshold) pilgrimage, can we really sense new places when we carry with us such editorial habits? While we may well be leaving our quotidian life and pace when experiencing the exotic Other, surely we do so yoked with our customary ways of seeing and thinking?
This need not be wholly negative. Indeed, noticing our reception of the Other and our tendency to edit what we see and how we see it is an exercise in getting to know ourselves. Travel is often as much psychological as it is physical, and similarly, how we travel reflects how we think. 
Noticing how we travel also illuminates the tendency in our present culture to blend disparate places and times in a melting pot or stereotype. The resulting pastiche is of something that never really existed like that. It is a fiction.  






Gray, R (1986) ’Travel’ in Kowalewski, M (ed) Temperamental Journeys: Essays on the Modern Literature of Travel