The art of getting lost and traveling without at plan
I will be running a discussion on the joys of my favourite type of travel, the art of getting lost, at the next Blink Bl_nk at Blue Jazz in Singapore later this month.
I am too lazy to plan fine details. I miss a train, drop in a random neighbourhood, trust myself with strangers, and get distracted with kids inviting me to join their play. While things have gotten convinient with the web and maps on mobile telephones, I use them as less as possible.
One of the hacks for “lost travelling” is to travel with an outdated travel guide. You end up some bus station; the bus to your next destination no longer exists, just take the next bus to a random destination. You get to talk to people about pubs that are long gone, the school that is now an apartment complex, the then fancy hotels that are now abandoned and host ghosts etc. People get nostalgic when you talk about things that are gone. The guy at the pub remembers the long gone park where he first kissed his childhood sweetheart and buys you a drink.
My 1980s Lonely Planet about Japan. I will be giving this book away at the talk.
Want to look for the God burger shop in Tokyo?
Not everything has changed. I am often surprised by how much the old maps are still good for smaller towns.
Nani sore!!! those days Japanese men were so naughty.
Also, the art of traveling light.