Bag Most Travelled. It’s a weird name, right? So, what does it mean?
A few months ago, when we started our blog, we thought we’d better give ourselves a name! A name that represents the travel enthusiast side of our identity. Most of you know, we don’t travel for a living (unfortunately) – we are regular people with regular jobs but might have done a bit of more travelling than a regular person. For years, we’ve been known just as Prue and Rob (both in the physical and online worlds). My name is not common, and can be hard to remember and pronounce. And let’s face it, people want others to remember their name, right?!
“I get by with a little help from my friends…”
…plus a lot of scribbling and some to and fro-ing (what a wonderful invention, this fang-dangled internet!), we settled on ‘Bag Most Travelled‘. Massive thank you to Mr A & Mr B 🙂 Read separately: ‘Bag’ = Everyone needs a bag to travel with (despite, a lot of bloggers forgetting to list their bag/backpack/suitcase in their travel packing list of essentials!); a physical bag to hold your belongings or even a ‘bag full of tips and tricks’; somewhere to store your new knowledge.
‘Most Travelled’ is an indirect reference to my favourite poem ‘The Road Not Taken’ by Robert Frost. I came across it in my high school English Literature class, when I was a young and ‘no one understands me’ 15 year old, it spoke to me. Even back then, I knew I wanted to travel the world. No one I knew was interested in travelling the way I was and by choosing it, I knew I would be taking the road less travelled.
THE ROAD NOT TAKENTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.– Robert Frost on Poetry Foundation