When I visited tulum last Christmas, I thought I tasted the authentic Epicurean hedonism ideal: sipping tropical sunshine, surfing more than I read, reading more than I ate, eating and drinking more than I feared. I tried my best to enjoy myself and suffer less, so I learned nothing. I relaxed and let myself enjoy the hospitality. I visited the local Mayan ruins, but I paid more attention to wearing sunscreen at any time than to the historical relics in front of me. By accumulating flight miles and holidays, I became a member of the neo-colonialists, turning developing countries into holiday resorts for sandal groups. In other words, to borrow PaulBowles's classic classification, I am sightseeing rather than traveling, pursuing enjoyment rather than experience. I failed to follow Camus' maxim that travel should be the supreme form of asceticism. "There is no pleasure in traveling," he wrote in his notes. "I see it more as an opportunity for spiritual testing. If we understand the practice of our deepest perception through culture and it is related to eternity, then we are traveling for culture. " Can you imagine that he used Bowles' division method, which means capital t, travel? (traveling)-in order to find a conversation with the universal things, and finally with the "deepest perception" in my heart. Camus went on to say, "Happiness takes us away from ourselves, distracting people. In Pascal's words, it takes us away from God. Travel, like a great and solemn science, takes us back to ourselves. " Just as we indulge in comfort, we can't stand boredom at all, and wander around with peace of mind, completely destroying the biographical memories of adventurers. Adventurers, at least at the end of the 19th century in the English-speaking world, bloomed because of institutions like the Royal Geographical Society and scientific thirst for taxonomy, and reached its peak because of the wandering of the so-called leisure class. Instead of treating these guys as antiques, we might as well learn from their methods, open their "travel brochures", learn a little Victorian romance and try to return to ourselves. Driven by this spirit, I went back to their works and quickly and roughly read the memoirs of HenrideMonfreid smuggling marijuana guns off the coast of Somalia in the 193s. A chronicle of FreyaStark's hiking visit to the Crusader's assassin's fortress; Bowles's travel essay in "Their heads are green and their hands are blue"; The story of RichardBurton's exploration of Indian, African and Arabian Peninsula; BruceChatwin's travels in Patagonia, Africa and Australia; RyszardKapuscinski's bold description of war-torn countries around the world. I read these writers' works over and over again, sometimes I throw them aside halfway (I feel too close to Chatterhouse to reread them), and sometimes I come back to read the whole book. I don't need to reiterate that Sir richard burton is not only the leader of Victorian explorers, but also a wonderful writer. Reading his books is always interesting. In his lifetime, Burton translated KamaSutra and TheArabianNights, traveled all over India, sneaked into Mecca in disguise, pursued the source of the Nile, and swam to harrell, where he wrote several amazing books. Witness his devotion and erudition, just want to know "why". "Therefore, after the first year," he wrote in Falcon in the Indus Valley, "when I knew Persian like the back of my hand, I could read and write Arabic fluently, and I had a little superficial knowledge of the local language in remote areas of Punjab, I began to make a systematic study of the customs and languages of Scindian." Burton is a great student of human nature and an excellent actor when necessary-he can stay in hostile areas for months, and once his identity is exposed, it may mean death. Burton mentioned a belief that in the process of playing many egos, he may find another ego, or at least know himself better. In Stark's book, we appreciate the Tao of travel. "I never thought why I came," she wrote about her solo trip to Syria in 1927. "As for what I'm going to do-I don't think it's necessary to bother myself in advance for such a vague thing." However, before the end of the trip, local traveling companions thought that she was on a pilgrimage, but in fact she was taken by shackleton (? Shackleton) or Hillary's tenacious spirit. "This is an important moment," she wrote when she saw the fortress she had been searching for for for months in the distance. "When you see the target you are wandering for in front of you, no matter how far it is, you will be very excited. Because that thing that has been living in your imagination has suddenly become a part of the tangible world. No matter how many ridges, rivers and roads are separated from it, it will always belong to you from now on. " Polish war correspondent Ka Puchinski always carries a copy of Herodotus' Histories when he travels all over India, China, Japan, Australia and most parts of Africa. After reading his impressive works, it is very enlightening to read his memoirs of trekking with the teachers in the bag. In TravelsWithHerodotus, Ka Puchinski justifiably wondered why his Greek hero spent his whole life cataloguing all anthropological data at that time. "Maybe everything he did was out of his own will, out of his enthusiasm for knowledge, out of endless and endless impulses?" He guessed, "Maybe he is born with the spirit of searching for the root of the matter, which makes him constantly have endless problems and makes his thoughts fluctuate and keep him awake all night?" Obviously, Puchinski is also suffering from this kind of "personal fanaticism", and it is hard to be a victim of himself. Today, some of the most outstanding works are reports of major conflicts that can regard Ka Puchinski's works as distant ancestors. DenisJohnson's Seek and DexterFilkins' TheForeverWar come to mind instantly, but these recent works are more political than personal pursuit. Explorers in the last century have been replaced by gourmets today. They tend to care more about dim sum in Hong Kong or truffles in Provence. They are sightseeing rather than traveling. Bowles wrote in "TheShelteringSky" that tourists? "Accept his own civilization without question; But the traveler is not, he will compare his own civilization with other civilizations and reject those elements that are not to his appetite. " ? Bowers, the eternal exile, wrote movingly about the ecstasy needed for this journey. He regards his adventure as an exploration of other life and survival modes, which is not only an anthropological study, but also an extended education about the possibility of existence. Going deep into the Sahara, he turned the danger into sweat and evaporated, persisted in confronting the risk and pursued the feedback during the trip, thus gaining transcendence-he called it the baptism of loneliness: "You can choose to confront it, stick to your true colors, or let nature take its course. Because no one who has stayed in the Sahara for a while is still the original self. " Indeed, the readers who have lingered in Bowles' book are no longer the same. The best travel notes, just as we wander in various mini-countries on the page, have their own civilization and elements that we can learn from or sigh. Even if we just lie lazily on their charming beaches. Show all