The author buries the crux in the middle: travel is fun. It’s rarely if ever, meaningful or transformative. You can do it because it’s fun. You might even learn a thing or two and be awed by the people and sights, but that’s it. I’m yet to meet a well traveled person whom I truly admire for anything, quite the contrary. The vast majority of chronic travelers I’ve met are just collecting fridge magnets and checking things off some lists. In the end it’s likely not even worth having this discussion with them any more than trying to discuss the moral obligation or fulfillment of childbearing.