Comments on: Listening as a part of the journey

By: Ruth@Exodus

Ruth@Exodus — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 15:31:30 +0000

I agree, beautiful post and very true. I go to a hebridean island every year and nothing beats standing on the shore, shutting your eyes and hearing the roar of the sea against the silent nothingness of a place where ‘cities’ simply don’t exist.

By: Joel Carillet

Joel Carillet — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 13:59:21 +0000

Great to hear form each of you, particularly the descriptive sounds (or quiet!) you’ve shared.

By: Susan Fox

Susan Fox — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 00:51:24 +0000

One among the many things I love about Mongolia is the utter quiet in the countryside (other than the occasional intermittent barking of a herder’s dog), especially after a few days in Ulaanbaatar ;0). The loudest sound is the blood circulating in one’s head. Miss it.

By: Kami

Kami — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 00:11:06 +0000

In similar, though less poetic, fashion…one of many of my favorite travel memories is of walking down a residential London street in the middle of the day on my way to the train and passing a row house out of whose open door some unseen person suddenly and exuberantly belted out, “Ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog…” It made my Tennessee-roots heart chuckle and feel right at home.

By: Lindsey

Lindsey — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 01:06:29 +0000

After becoming mostly deaf in one ear, from a plane flight-It has caused me to become keen to sound I still had the ability to capture. Often I’ll record people laughing as I travel with my little voice recorder.

By: Rolf Potts

Rolf Potts — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 12:18:10 +0000

Cheers, Sam — but Joel Carillet wrote this post!

By: Sam

Sam — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 07:06:29 +0000

Beautiful post, Rolf. I, too, find listening to be one of the more pleasurable experiences while traveling — boots scraping snow, stoves igniting, bursting laughter in low-lit, glowing tents …

By: David Turnbull

David Turnbull — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 01:24:26 +0000

Beautiful post. I haven’t begun my vagabonding yet, but I still just enjoy lying on my bed and listening to all the sounds from the streets outside – the cars, the birds, the footsteps of school students. It’s amazingly calming.