The point of travelling

Sometimes you're just travelling around going from one place to the other, moving out whenever you feel there's nothing more to see or to do.

Some other times you stop somewhere for a while, maybe just because you are tired and it is a nice place, or because you are really tired, or maybe because you know people over there or there's something you want to do and that's a good place. And then you may spend a few days or weeks happily doing very little, closed to nothing, because at the end you are travelling, in a kind of a holiday.

I guess there is no good or bad way for travelling, and eventually if you do it for a long time you will find yourself enjoying in both situations, combining them, (i.e. in my case moving quite slowly and doing little in the places I go to). Also, you will have moments in which you won't feel like anything, of course.

Because the real point of travelling for me is that there is really no point, apart from the amusement, either in the journeys or in that place I've stopped for whatever reason. But I guess this one will only be wood on the fire for the people (if there's a few people left reading) that believe that my trip is a kind of existential quest.