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The contents of this supplement are a little immature, especially as far as travel goes, considering the bulk of the authors and photographers are new to the game. Western Europe, Eastern Europe, Southeast Asia... these are not the Himalayas, Burundi or even Russia. Most of your friendly neighbourhood student journalists are not that different than your average suburban kid, we start small--going for a piss-up in Amsterdam--and then "discover" the "undiscovered" parts of Paris, go clubbing in Berlin, or find "the truth" in Ibiza.
For student backpackers, Southeast Asia is probably one of the best destinations possible. Not as expensive as Europe but lacking the hostage takers of South America or the railway system of India, Southeast Asia has become a well-trod route on the backpacking circuit.
The year is 50 BC and a Gaulish village in the west of France is still holding out against the Roman conqueror. Thanks to the druids' magic potion, a little group of undaunted Gauls succeed--among other things--in irritating Caesar and his proud legions to the utmost degree. Their only fear is that the sky may fall on their heads...
One of the most beautiful experiences in life is the feeling of elation as the plane descends and you excitedly and frantically look out the window trying to see this new land you will soon be exploring. The knowledge that when the plane touches down, when you finally disembark, you will be launching yourself into a world hitherto unknown is a remarkable, freeing experience.
Not "how's it going?" Not "where you going?" Not even "how are you?" No, "how you going?"
An expression used by all in Australia, it may sound weird and confusing but they all use it. Since I've been in Sydney, I've picked up on a lot of things which make this country just as unique as that expression.
If you are going to Muxia, it's four kilometres shorter by the road," says the truck driver as I prepare to cross the paved way and enter a winding dirt trail on the other side. "That'll save you nearly an hour of walking."
I thank him, smile and, when he drives away, continue down the path. I don't know how to explain to him that it has taken me 33 days to walk this far. By train, plane, car or bus, the 880km journey could be covered in less than 12 hours but sometimes you just feel like walking.
It always amazes me to hear about people traveling to other countries and listen to all their very diverse experiences along the way. Canadians love to travel.
One question I inevitably ask tourists I meet visiting Canada, having caught the travel bug myself, is about their homeland. I've boiled my curiosity to this: I'm interested in both the diversities and similarities of people and places around the world.