To the Young-Old Adventurers: Why Fast Travel Deserves a Place in Your Life
Who says we have to slow down after 50?
I love a slow morning as much as the next person.
A pot of tea. A sunrise walk. The same café every day where they know your order before you even sit down.
And after 12+ years living in Phuket and a year of coastal calm in Brisbane, you’d think I’d be craving more of the same.
But I’m not.
I’m craving movement.
Momentum.
The thrill of planning a route across countries, hopping on trains, negotiating bus schedules, getting it wrong, figuring it out, and collapsing into a dodgy hotel bed with a story to tell.
I’ve watched Race Across the World obsessively, not just for the stunning scenery, but for the pace, the adrenaline, and for the sheer determination and scrappy joy of making things happen on the fly.
And after years of beach life and comfort, I’m ready to shake things up.
So many travel resources aimed at the 50+ crowd talk endlessly about slow travel.
They tell us to rent a villa in Tuscany for three months, to settle into a routine …
