Why We Travel
“Would you look at that?” Tim whispered as we stood under the electronic sign listing regional train departures from London’s Waterloo station. He inclined his head slightly toward a stocky young woman wearing thigh-high black studded boots. She had chosen a white skirt printed with wide, black, horizontal stripes, which would have made even Audrey Hepburn look portly. It started an appalling four inches above the boots, exposing too much white skin to the rest of us. I always wonder what kind of friends people like that must have. I mean, why WOULDN’T they tell her?
I almost missed seeing her because I was already absorbed in watching an ancient British darling shuffling daintily along the vast hall wearing a forest green felt cloche hat complete with soaring pheasant feathers atop her silver hair, a fashion statement that hasn’t been seen in the United States in 50 or more years.
After living on the road in rented houses and apartments for almost five years, my husband and I have used almost every method of transportation possible, and we’ve often ruminated about the way people behave on public conveyances in different cultures. The Brits line up obediently; the Germans are quick to let older or infirm people have a seat, and our beloved French don’t know the word “queue.” The one constant is that when you’re on a bus, ferry, subway or streetcar, is that you are in proximity to the other passengers. That intimacy provides an opportunity to inspect human life as it is — clothes, mood, haircuts, attitude, family dynamics and personal hygiene become incredibly real when a person is six inches away!
We snagged some seats while we waited for our train to East Molesey, a Thames-side village near Hampton Court Palace, one of Britain’s most popular attractions and one of Henry VIII’s favorite homes. A 25-minute ride on a little red train connects us easily with the city, so we have the benefit of living quietly in a gentle town, but we are still close enough to London to take advantage of its many attractions. All of our forays into the city involve a stop at Waterloo and, from there, an underground to another destination, so we have ample time to observe our fellow travelers.
The little train depot at Hampton Court Palace.
Waterloo throbs day and night with interesting characters: cyclists in sober business suits and helmets making their daily commute to nearby bedroom communities; stalwart girls with rolled-up bedding and serious boots who look as if they’re prepared for months of outback living; and on Sunday nights, the still-single working kids who have been home to mummy for the weekend and are dragging their carry-ons back to their town flats. There are families with packs of children straggling along, lone young mothers trying to manage cranky toddlers and enormous prams — an impossible job even for a three-armed person; house painters smudged from their daily labors; upper-crust kids in their crested blazers cracking jokes with each other; dressed-up suburban women going into London for shopping and lunch. I’ve seen people wrestling with lumber they’re taking home for DYI projects, and people hauling everything from portable air conditioners to ladders. Somehow, passengers adjust themselves to make way for the bulky stuff, and sometimes actually assist the poor bloke who’s dragging it. And there are always dogs, too, which behave nicely as a rule. Better than the children, sometimes.
That night, as I dragged my eyes away from the striped skirt trundling up an escalator, I glanced down at the feet of the woman who had sat down beside me. She wore gorgeous silk pumps embellished with discreet gold-embroidered crests on her long, slender feet. As I covertly looked her over, I noticed her expensive black wool skirt, her stylish tweed blazer and her authentic silk Hermes scarf casually tying her look together. Dressed in my over-worn traveling blazer and black jeans, I felt like a bag lady sitting next to such a distinguished-looking person. For a moment, I wondered why she would be wearing gloves on such a mild evening. A second later I noticed her Adam’s apple. We nodded and smiled when she saw me admiring her ensemble. Such are the daily surprises travel brings us. We continued to enjoy the colorful show — family dramas, lovers whispering as they parted for separate trains, drinking up close and personal people on the move.
As we watched the parade of people, it occurred to me that in every country we visit, we discover more about the locals on the buses, trains, and subways than we could learn in any other way. People using public transportation have no artifice, no agenda. They are simply themselves, getting from one place to another. Their courtesy to fellow passengers, or lack thereof, their adherence to or flaunting of the rules, the way they organize themselves into a loosely structured queues or push ahead of others, those who mutter “pardon me” when they bump into someone else, or don’t even acknowledge their gaffe, when added together speak volumes about a culture.
That night, as we walked toward the train to begin our journey “home,” I realized that we are travel junkies mostly because we love to see how other people live, and as Californians, we have been deprived of the opportunity to be in physical proximity with people who are different from us! California is such a dedicated car culture that It’s impossible to have a conversation or even a meaningful moment of eye contact with the guy traveling next to you when you’re each roaring down a freeway at seventy miles an hour. And there certainly isn’t an opportunity to mingle with Sikhs in beautiful turbans, Africans with flowing robes or English school boys in knee socks.
I mentioned my revelation to Tim, who expanded on my riff by saying, “You’re right! That explains why, when we start out on a trip arriving at the airport is always such a surprise. We step from the privacy of an automobile right into the middle of thousands of people who are practically in our spaces! Suddenly we’re part of a big organism, and we’re absorbing their stimulation, trying to catch the rhythm of what’s going on around us. That’s what makes traveling so exciting!”
“But you must admit that all that excitement can wear us out. I’m beat and wouldn’t mind going home to my own bed tonight – if I just had one!
By then we were aboard the little train, comfortable in the spot we always choose at the back of the car from which we can easily see everything that’s happening. On that particular night, there were a group of darling young girls, dressed to the nines, looking so fresh-faced and sparkling that I had an irresistible pang of longing to see our granddaughters that very instant! We surmised that they had attended a party in the city. A group of young men had obviously been watching an athletic contest accompanied with ample servings of British beer. They were noisily reliving the event as an older gentleman looked on and seemed to be enjoying their high jinks. The lady sitting next to him was obviously not amused.
By the time we reached the Hampton Court Station the footballers and the girls-night-out groups had connected and I’m fairly certain that they were going to continue their evening at one of the pubs that invite travelers to stop for a bit in the village before going home for the evening.
Once again, we had dipped into hundreds of other peoples’ lives within the space of an hour, and when we got into the car for our short drive home from the station, it almost felt as if we’d left a large party! Although I’ll never meet the girl in the unflattering black and white skirt, the dignified woman with the pheasant accent, or the person in the Hermes scarf, they all occupy a small part of my mental real estate forever. This epiphany is just one reason that I know we will continue to wander the world until the wheels fall off!
Thanks so much for writing, You encourage me to keep on writing. You can spend the whole two years planning. It’s half
the fun!!! Let us know if you get to California.
Thanks for writing. Sounds like you’re having a great time. I’m glad you’re on the road and working on more ways
to enjoy yourself in the future. Travel on!
Lynn, always look forward to your posts! Am rving full time right now, but plan to downsize from that in a few years. Enjoy the public transport in the Los Angeles and San Diego areas, especially the trains.
You are right, part of the addiction to travel is the whole people watching thing.
As admirer from Australia for some years, so love reading your travel tails. Can’t wait until we start doing same. Two more to go before husband retires. Safe travels.
As full-time travelers (five years tomorrow) we, too enjoy people-watching. The differences are fun and interesting, but the similarities are equally amazing: the desire to be happy and feel good about themselves, love of family and country, and so on. Differences are interesting; similarities are amazing
My wife and I were riding a crowded tube train in London when, from somewhere in the mass of people, a woman’s voice stridently exclaimed “But we’ve only just met! Seriously!”
We sold our house and got rid of 90% of our things. Now as full-time travelers, we relish not having to drive in Europe! Even the bus rides in England can fry your hair.
A few days ago, we left Inverness, Scotland and took the Caledonian sleeper to London; train to Holyhead; bus to the Irish ferries; taxi to the train station; train to Galway then taxi to our apartment all within 24 hours. This offered excellent opportunities to observe others and experience the seamless travel here in UK/Ireland! Having been 2 months in England and Scotland, we took our own Brexit poll and predicted a LEAVE.
We have had some comfortable couches–right now my husband is sitting on a makeshift chair– but our #1 complaint is keys. Key pads with codes rock! Also, even though I am adept at washing in the sink, I adore a washer and dryer.
As a librarian, my favorite public transportation activity is to see what people are reading. And it’s fascinating to see which cultures are 99% cell phone devotees and which ones still chat with each other, read the paper, or actually open a physical book!
Oh Lynne, we couldn’t agree more! We too are full-time on the road having sold our home in December 2014. Everywhere we go we have met such interesting people. We really appreciate England’s public transportation thinking that we could kill ourselves or others if we attempted to drive on the left side of the road. Public transportation also allows us to spend time in small villages as well a the big cities and we feel this mix gives us a more realistic feel for the whole of the country. We are currently in a little village, Alverstoke, in Hampshire. We find this an extremely fascinating time to be in the UK given that the Brexit vote yesterday has them leaving the EU. We enjoy your blogs and always look forward to the next one. Perhaps one day our paths will cross! Safe travels to you both!
You have been our inspiration. We have been home-free, roving retirees (also from California) for two years and counting. We are currently in Amsterdam for three months. One of my favorite aspects of traveling is going to the local grocery stores. Seeing the diversity of often unfamiliar food and seeing what the locals are buying is very eye-opening to me. I also tend to learn a lot about the locals by living in their houses! I just love living in other people’s houses! It really gives me a glimpse into what they hold important. And, you’re not going to believe this, but after 10 different rentals we have finally found a comfortable couch! There’s a first time for everything!
Thanks for the update, I was wondering about you guys. You are an inspiration, and I am trying to figure out how we can be nomadic in a few years! Can’r wait to read the next book.
Divine Ms. Lynne, You may be a Californian but you have obviously never ridden BART. Excellent transportation system and great people watching in the lovely, diverse cities of San Francisco, Berkeley, et al. Recommend it highly!
You are right about public transport. We had to get from Wengen in the Bernese Alps to Monte Carlo by train.It was very well timed, as we had to make 5 train changes at Lauterbrunen, Intrerlaken, Bern, Geneva,and Nice. We enjoyed it thoroughly.
One of the most interesting trips was when we were in a London train station with all the people coming back from Ascot, with the ladies all wearing their fascinator hats!
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