They say that travelling changes a person. The smells, the cultures, the frustrations, the wonder, the longing for home… somehow it comes together to change you. Having probably seen more of the world than the average person, I’m not sure that I can confidently say that’s true. At least, not in an immediate, obvious way. I think that — like every experience in life — travel contributes to shaping who you are. It would stand to reason that the more you see, the more diversely you are shaped. Maybe it’s like gaining wisdom over time. With travel, you gain appreciation over distance. Hiking Mt. Fuji was a dream of Rob’s, who had been a karate-obsessed child enamoured of anything Japanese. And me, well, I’m up for just about anything.