Guidebooks, along with cookbooks, are my chosen souvenir for every big trip I take. Even when the guidebook becomes out-of-date, I like to have a keepsake to remind me of the place and the time I went on each adventure.
M. reminds me that if we stick entirely to the guidebook we’ll just end up taking the same path as every other Lonely Planet-buying tourist, and he’s right. But when it comes to getting the lay of the land and finding some good spots, it’s helpful to have a guidebook along.
I own a book called Wait: The Useful Art of Procrastination. It sits at the bottom of my bedside-table-pile-of-books (all the best people have one). I think I bought it in about 2013. Haven’t even cracked the spine. That should be enough to illustrate the extent of my bad habit, I think.