I like to visit modern sites, explore strange landscapes plus experience strange cultures. I usually book a trip a couple of times per year. I am equally ecstatic lying on a tropical beach as hiking a mountain. I appreciate wandering neighborhood streets, trying out interesting eating establishments plus touring museums. I spend lots of time researching excursions. I’ve kayaked through bioluminescent waters, zip-lined through the rain forest, participated in a club crawl plus swam with sea turtles. The only section of the experience I dread is the actual traveling. I don’t like the hours spent resting in airport terminals, waiting through layovers plus resting on aircrafts. I am convinced that the worst air quality in the world is found in these sites. The airport terminals tend to be horribly boiling. There are vents located all over the site, all of them pumping out tepid air. I end up sweaty plus dehydrated. I try to avoid drinking too much water because I don’t want to use the lavatory on the plane. I consistently suffer from serious headaches, congestion plus exhaustion… Once I step onto the plane, I beginning to shiver. I have no proposal how the air conditioning or ventilation on an aircraft is handled. Adjusting the tiny overhead vent overhead makes no difference. The frigid air is unavoidable. It is a huge relief to finally arrive at our endpoint. I look forward to stepping inside the hotel room, decreasing the control unit plus taking a shower. It feels so superb to clean off the travel grime. I appreciate the ability to set a comfortable temperature.