I’m a big fan of Tom Hodgkinson’s books on being idle. I’m also enjoying this book by Dan Kieran, The Idle Traveler, The Art of Slow Travel. Tom Hodgkinson wrote the forward which nicely captures the theme of the book:
What Dan has attempted in this book is to outline a particular philosophy of travel, where travel becomes part of one’s own therapeutic journey, rather than simply an escape. So it would be true to say that idle travel does not mean comfortable travel or easy travel. In fact, Dan reserves particular ire for the soul-deadening effect of fancy hotels. It is not even necessarily slow travel, for the actual pace of movement is surely relative – a train ride would have seemed impossibly fast to a Florentine apothecary of 1450. Idle travel is nothing to do with ‘fun’ in the modern sense, meaning a temporary escape from our ills. No: it is more to do with attitude. Perhaps ‘deep’ travel would be a better synonym.