I’ve been following a discussion online about trust and travel. When you’re hitchhiking and staying in different people’s couches trust is a part of life. Today somebody wrote a comment I would like to share here.

This is from a book called Trust by Alphonso Lingi:

Trust is inherent in travel. We ask a stranger for directions, or for a ride. We live among people whose language, culture, and motivations we don’t understand. Trust binds us to another with an intoxicating energy; it is brave, giddy, joyous, and lustful. A sudden attraction careens into sexual surrender, and trust becomes unconditional. Trust laughs at danger and leaps into the unknown.

[...] “Travel far enough,” he concludes, “and we find ourselves happily back in the infantile world —where trust is ultimate”.