The freedom of travel

One frustrating notion I’ve gotten out of traveling is that, in regard to travel, anywhere is fair game.  This might at first glance seem liberating, but then how do you make a choice?  You’ve got a place to stay for the summer for free in Namibia, you’ve always wanted to go see Machu Pichu and–why not–all of South America, the Middle East sounds very enticing, and you have vivid dreams and memories of Asia–the smells of the markets, the motorbikes all over the place, and oh God the durian.  Tossing a coin or rolling dice is starting look like the only viable option I have.  I have to stop myself from reading too many things about too many places because then I just add new places to the list.  Of course, this never works, and the list simply keeps getting longer and longer.  I suppose a world tour where the sun never sets is the only acceptable way to go.