Why do not people want to stay in their places? I cannot answer this question. If the meaning of the life consists of building the house, getting a family and enjoying his or her life in the small paradise for any person, why, having found all this, he or she leaves it? Who and for what reason suddenly sends desire to the person to throw for some time everything to what he or she aspired? What kind of integration do we look for from starting any trip? It's not clear. It is possible you like to travel all over the world too. Probably and you like to appear in another place, to change your own home for a temporary haven. If you say yes, probably, you have a favorite place on the map. Well, for example... Let's stick blindly into the world map. We got an island. Have you ever seen this region? I have not. It was only a page in the textbook of geography moreover at the time of my childhood in 70ะต years - daily newspaper news for me. Well, certainly, it is also the picture from advertising leaflets which catch sight anywhere and everywhere. My friend, the artist enamored of exotica, visited this island. He used online Expedia Coupon Code and purchased tickets to that place. There were my grandchildren who together with their parents visited it too. Recently I saw in Internet the island photo report of a certain unruly newspaper photographer. He showed quite in detail the everyday life of this fantastic island broken off between two worlds which is absolutely unlike advertising pictures for tourists. All of them the artist enamored of exotic, experienced photographer and my children were delighted from seen, all said that had visited a fantastic place. This photographer from the Internet was delighted, judging by that drive which exhaled his reporting. Strangely enough, he praised a hotel economy of the island though it seemed to me that the comfort should be indifferent to the extreme journalist feeling delight from penetration into a prohibited zone. However, the hotel in which he stopped, for some reason wasn't pleasant to him. My familiar artist whom I mentioned, didn't sit in place, during the travel across the island, the main thing for him was to communicate with native inhabitants, to find new friends and plots for pictures. He didn't sit up long on one place and preferred to stop in the tiny hotels issued in ethnic spirit. Later he showed me with delight "historical" interiors of these hotels like dressers, copper basins, oil lamps, napkins.
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