I'm addicted to working. I mean, I have a list of 100 countries I want to play in. I'm basically killing myself by travelling so much, for no reason whatsoever.
Once the travel bug bites there is no known antidote, and I know that I shall be happily infected until the end of my life
I think I am a travel junkie, and I have never enjoyed anything else in my life more than travelling and going to places.
For the born traveller, travelling is a besetting vice. Like other vices, it is imperious, demanding its victim's time, money, energy and the sacrifice of comfort.
I have a bit of a traveling addiction, and, ah, yeah. I went to, ah, Bali this summer.
Once the travel bug bites, there is no known antidote.
I think I've developed a sort of ADD for geography now. When I've been in a country for too long, I'm like, 'I think it's time to leave.' I don't know what that's going to do to me in later life.
First-class travel, provided one hasn't to pay for it oneself, is the most insidiously addictive of life's luxuries.
I'm addicted to the hotel life. It's humbling and fly at the same time.
When you travel often, you will be addicted to it forever.
I'm in road-coma at the moment. But it's OK. I think you subliminally become a junkie of being on the road. As much as you think you're burnt out, the minute you get off you go stir crazy and you just wanna go right back.
I love seeing new places and meeting new people. I'm sort of addicted to traveling.
I guess I'm not too crazy on the road. I'm really like a freak - I always have to be driving.
I'm addicted to travel.
When you get to your third millionth frequent flyer mile, I think something snaps in your brain.
