At that time the world was young, and the blanks on the map were waiting for them to fill up

In the Internet age, readers are not short of information, but some content that has real communication value is often submerged in the flood of information. It is the original intention of “World Culture” to quickly present the most valuable information, the most sharp, temperature, depth and multi-dimensional thinking and expression, and the most worthwhile online high-quality original content to readers. [“Everyone” Reading] Each issue will select the latest articles of well-known scholars and columnists in the Chinese circle gathered on the excellent public account, and share with readers the “world culture” in the eyes of “Everyone”.

Dafra Murphy
During most of my travel career, I have always admired a traveler and writer—Devra Murphy (1931— ). She was born in Lismore, Ireland and still lives there today. I started reading her work in the 1960s, starting with her first book “Flying” (1965). In 1969, I met an Englishman who claimed to have met her in Singapore. He asked her how, as a woman, she managed to travel around the country in order to write “Riding a Mule in Ethiopia” (1968). She replied: “It’s very simple, I will go there pretending to be a man.”

Self-taught, she (dropped out of school to take care of her sick mother at the age of 14) mentioned in her early memoir “Mystery” (1968) that she had the ability to float in the air when she was 15 years old. This fascinates me. But when I asked her about this, she told me that many people wrote to her about similar floating experiences. Later she got older and lost this magical talent. After the death of her mother, she set off on a “speeding” journey, cycling from Ireland to India. The journey was full of dangers and suffered all kinds of hardships-heavy snow, almost drowned, and was stoned in Iran.

“When I arrive at the border of Afghanistan,” she wrote in “Flying”, “scrape off the dry mud on the bread before eating, pick out the hair in the cheese, and remove the bugs in the sugar… These seem to be very normal things. . I no longer have fleas, no knives and forks in my heart, and no longer think that I have not taken off clothes or slept in bed for 10 days.”

After going through these hardships in India-as it is worthy of Davra-she went to work in a refugee shelter.

She has never been married, but has a daughter named Rachel. She raised her daughter alone and took her on travels to places including India, Baltistan, South America and Madagascar. She wrote, “There is a child by your side, it shows that you trust the goodwill of the local residents.”

She has written 23 travel books, including those about Britain and Northern Ireland. She goes through hardships every time she travels. She is basically alone and walks by land. Her preferred mode of transportation is a cheap bicycle. She never complains, never laughs at herself or mocks the people she meets. Although her works often contain misfortunes, this reflects that she is a unique woman, a wanderer who inherits ancient traditions: straightforward, patient, and sincere. Reliable, reliable, never greedy for ease, but always looking for more stormy journey experience.

I found her admirable in every aspect. The advice she gave travelers is full of wisdom, condensing her lifelong travel experience: choosing the country to go to, using the travel guide to identify the areas where foreigners go the most—— Then do the opposite.

This piece of advice is obviously politically incorrect. It “snobbishly” separates travelers from tourists; but it is also a telling truth, showing that escapist travelers need a quiet, solitary space. Unfortunately, in my life, the natural habitat has been drastically reduced due to the development of roads. Seeing the false advertisement promoting the “Adventure Tour”, I was so angry that the few remaining teeth rattled. For example, “A truck trip from the UK to Kenya! An adventure on land! Five countries in 6 weeks!” Anyone with normal spirits, who wants to travel to 5 countries in 6 weeks? How could it not escape? I always try to avoid crowded roads. One of my favorite hikes is from Asmara to Addis Ababa. Even in Russia and Romania the last few times-although the places I go are not uninhabited areas-I have been far away from sightseeing routes without exception.

Freya Stark
Freya Stark (1893-1993) was British but was born in Italy, where she died a hundred years later. She is born with a contradictory personality, but she is kind and unique when traveling. She is proficient in multiple languages ​​and is an excellent narrative writer. She has traveled throughout the Middle East, Turkey and the Arabian Peninsula.

She has written books such as “Assassin’s Valley” (1934), “The Arab South Gate” (1935) and “Arabian Winter” (1940). She wrote: “I have met cute people. Many people who do not hate the British are also very cute. Everyone has an easy-going attitude and high enthusiasm… Generally speaking, I prefer Arabs.”

Stark herself is famous for wearing hats. She used a hat to cover her disfigured scalp and ears, which was caused by a tragic childhood accident. She has made remarkable achievements in discovering traditional culture and ancient customs, and has taken precious photos. In her first book, “Assassin’s Valley,” she talked about “the past was difficult and pleasant, but today’s life is easy but boring.”

When she was 13 years old, she lived in a small town in Italy with her mother who raised her alone. Her hair was caught in the flywheel of the loom, and her injuries were serious—a scalp was torn off, and half of her ear was cut off. “This trauma that infringed upon her body and mind and disfigured her occurred in a sensitive and fragile adolescence, which permanently determined her self-perception. She worries that she is not attractive to the opposite sex and will not be able to overcome this psychological barrier throughout her life.” A biographer Jane Fletcher Guinness wrote, “The separation of her parents, her insecure childhood, and the accident that almost took her life made Freya want to overcome the fear and anxiety that bothered her. Drive her to gain recognition for herself through her remarkable achievements.”

But Jonathan Laban, who traveled with her to the Euphrates River Valley in the 1970s, told me: “Her ugly appearance finally has a sense of immortality due to time. Her strong egoism is breathtaking.”

I have to admit that, as far as I am concerned, I travel and focus on fun.

To receive special care, for a female traveler, it is often forbidden to do what she wants.

In terms of politics, art, war, and climate, Haval embodies the essence of the Mediterranean coast. Various cultures are mixed and superimposed on each other. Greeks, Turks, Italians, and a large number of glorious and talkative conquerors, imperialists, Evangelist and literary artist.

In this believable book, author Jane Morris, who has traveled around the world, created a sunny, multilingual country based on her travel experience and readings, in which many ethnic groups live, but this intricacies It is where it is fragile. In addition, in this country, we also see that the slightly discriminated Clayfords-the ancestors of the Welsh people-are always in a subdued position. Although this book is to a certain extent a satirical novel about the diverse cultures of the Mediterranean coast, it is also a successful rhapsody—generous, knowledgeable, and enlightening.

I once asked Jane what she was thinking about when she was writing this book. She said: “I wrote “Harvard’s Last Letter” because I gradually realized that in the past, I wrote about any place or era. There are some scratches on the top layer. And I intend to make this book a fable about the complexity of the city and history-although no one has ever interpreted it from this perspective.”

When I was eating breakfast on the California “Hefeng”, I met several very interesting companions-one was a young girl from Fresno who had never taken a train before, and two kept telling me Train fans of current vehicle operating conditions. But I had a dispute with people in the dining car. Someone told me that with the ticket I bought, I could order anything on the menu as I wanted, but when I ordered corn flakes and scrambled eggs, the waiter told me that I could only order one of them, not both. I called the supervisor, but it was useless. The supervisor said to me in a friendly manner that I had misunderstood, and I quoted him verbatim here: “You are not from this country. You don’t understand our rules here.” But from Fresno The girl thought he was rude, and one of the two train fans also offered to share his scrambled eggs with me—because I just invited him to taste my marmalade, which he thought was fair.

-Jane Morris, “Contact! A Book of Encounters

Jessica Watson
The future form of travel literature may be travel blogs, containing various omitted expressions, spoken vocabulary, and gossip-style streams of consciousness. From the circumnavigation of the Australian girl Jessica Watson (1993-), it is obvious that one of the advantages of travel blogs (especially when reporting on feats in progress) is that no matter who, as long as there is a computer, Keep in touch with the outside world. People from all over the world can experience the ups and downs of this kind of travel together in real time. What this trip shows is the vigor, humility, resilience of the 16-year-old seaman and her successful sailing journey.

Jessica Watson is the youngest person to complete uninterrupted voyages around the world alone. She set off from Sydney, Australia on the “Ella’s Pink Lady” (a 34-foot sailboat) on October 18, 2009, and returned to the starting point on May 15, 2010. If the journey takes 4 more days, she will be 17 years old.

The voyage was 24,000 miles long, and encountered many changes during the journey: 6 rollovers (mast falling into the water), turbulent seas (waves up to 35 feet), level 7 winds, engine failures, torn sails, and occasionally Depressed and discouraged. But Jessica always keeps in touch with the outside world and releases news almost every day. After each blog post, she often receives more than a thousand messages from the wishers. As she got closer and closer to the port in her hometown, the number of people who followed her blog surged. She publishes videos, photos and updates, etc.; her website also sells things (hats, posters, etc.) and raises funds for her travels online. She uses her blog to make her circumnavigation interactive and communicate with people who are closely monitoring the progress of her travels.

The tone of her blog is full of sunshine. Obviously, a person with a positive attitude is the best person to accomplish such a difficult feat. This also reminds me that hard travel is essentially a test of the mind.

Jessica wrote about halfway through her schedule:

This photo was taken of my cool new T-shirt. It was placed in the grocery bag I just opened. It was a gift from my mother. I must share it with you, because my crew doesn’t know how to share my joy!

In the photo accompanying the text, she is wearing a T-shirt with “a hard bone” printed on it.

When she returned to her hometown, she was welcomed by tens of thousands, including the Prime Minister of Australia, who called her a hero. But she disagrees, saying that she is not a hero-she is always so cute, “just an ordinary girl who has a dream and works hard for it, just proves that everything is possible”.