Last night, while snuggled up in my tent, I popped open my Dell XPS 13 (awesome ultrabook) and watched The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. For those who have watched it will understand why I love this film (if you haven’t then do) but it was a weird experience watching it in my current situation. Despite running solo in the middle of one of the driest deserts in the world and camping behind a shack on the highway, I was still swept way by the film and began dreaming about travelling and exploring even more remote parts of the world. It really does seem to me that this fascination with travelling is a bug I have in a bad way. Is there a cure?