Undoubtedly you will all have been wondering where Norman the Nomad, My Destination’s mascot, has been hiding for the past month. And you haven’t been the only ones, dear readers, for not long after his unnervingly vivid dreams in Vienna, he mumbled something about “rediscovering myself, man” and trotted off into the horizon. And that was that. We thought he was gone for good, but to our utmost delight and relief we received these postcards from Barcelona late last night.
Graphics: Rose Gledhill
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Category: Norman's Adventures
My best travelling experience was a two-month road trip around and through Australia in a tiny campervan. When they appeared, the sights were magnificent. But what I loved most about the whole thing was the relentless motion; travel in its simplest form. Because of the vast distance we needed to cover (13,000 kilometres) it was necessary to be almost constantly on the move, and this became a way of life. Nothing can quite compare to the freedom you feel when pulling out onto a road that ends in a vanishing point, fuel needle pointing to 12 o’clock.
Next on my bucket list is Antarctica to see the emperor penguins. These have to be the most adorably quirky creatures on the planet (though meerkats come a close second), and nothing would give me greater pleasure than to see them waddling around in their natural environment. And speaking of the environment, I’ve always been drawn to inhospitable places; they unnerve me and excite me in equal measures, a balance which in my opinion is the epitome of a fulfilling travel experience. Or perhaps I’m just a misanthrope in denial.