Christmas came a little bit early: through the letterbox today I got a 1944 Travel Club edition of Cruises and Caravans by the Swiss traveller Ella Maillart.
Just a glance of the index gives a taste of her adventures: Causcasus, Ceylon, Charlottenburg, Constantinople, Corsica, Crete, Crimea ... In between time she competed in the Olympics, skied and wrote.
I'm looking forward to holing up over Christmas and getting better acquainted with Ms Maillart, but a quick flick to the end offers the following - not a hint, but I suppose what we all hope might be the result of our travels:
To-day I feel at home anywhere, and though I live by myself, I can nevermore suffer from loneliness.
(Ella Maillart, Cruises and Caravans, p154.)