Seventeen years ago I piled into a van with four members of my roommates in Sydney, Australia. We set out driving around dinner period, just as the sun was downed and proceeded to get lost six eras. With no GPS to navigate us, just an old-fashioned superhighway Atlas obtained from a gas station, we have now guess where we were going.

Where were we going exactly?

Well, this guy in a saloon in Coogee Beach, the beachside town we were living in at the time, told us that if we drove nine hours north to Byron Bay wed construe the most spectacular sunrise known to humankind. Shortfall smart telephones, we had no choice but to trust this intoxicated men judgment and hit the road, to discover what we would see.

We had no Expedia, Orbitz or Hotel Tonight. Wed find a lieu to abide when we arrived.

And what followed was one of the greatest weekends of my life, filled with serendipitous instants, stuns, twists and reversals and plenty of mistakes, all of which saw for a great legend. And yes, the sunrise was just as nice as the drink boy had predicted us.

I dont have a single picture of that weekend, and it doesnt matter.

I dont have a single picture of that weekend, and it doesnt topic .

But that sort of happen wouldnt happen today. Travel has been deprived of that various kinds of fortune by the Internet, social media and smartphones.

Given the same situation today, I dont believed to be even would have established it to Byron Bay. Wed have immediately attracted our telephones from our pockets, Googled Byron Bay and sunrise and decided that it was a neat sunup as far as sunrises travel, but we would have questions whether it was worth driving overnight in a van.

We would have wondered whether the sunrise was Instagrammable enough to be in a vehicle for so many miles and hours.

And then of course Waze would have shown us there was crappy interpretation around Newcastle and Expedia would inform us that Byron Bay actually had no vacancies in any real hotels and the Yelp evaluates for the restaurants would probably have sucked so we would have called it a nighttime and watched reruns of Seinfeld .

And thats just one of the ways the Internet has broken travel.

Dont get me wrong; the Internet commits us superb implements which allow us to travel seamlessly around the globesometimes without leaving our couch.

Dont get me wrong; the Internet affords us fantastic tools which allow us to travel seamlessly around the globesometimes without leaving our couch .

I booked my entire honeymoon in 30 instants from my phone while passing on a treadmill watching Say Yes to the Dress . If you had told 19 -year-old me that I could have said and done, I would have called you a liar and told you to go back to speaking your science fiction romances about these computers you could hold in your hand. Back then we had to go stay STA, the Student Travel Agency to be issued paper airplane tickets. There was something so wonderful about that process, sitting down with a wandering agent, the majority of countries barely out of college themselves, a person who was enthusiastic about traveling “the worlds”, and going actual human, expert advice about a end. But they never gave you too much advice. The destination was still a charming stun. It was still new, whether it was good or bad, and so it still experienced special.

These daylights, by the time weve contacted where we are going weve read a hundred reviews and realise all of the pictures. On my most recent honeymoon, the one Id booked from a treadmill, I had determined the actual dignity of lions we ceased up encountering while we were visiting the Rekero Camp in the Maasai Mara. The same damn lions, with the same four babe. I had seen images and videos of them. I had even referred them from my home in San Francisco before leaving the country. And I couldnt promotion but wonder if that instant would have been more special had I been hearing those lions, in real life, for the very first time.

If the ability to pre-imagine everything werent bad enough, the intense peer influence to then register each and every moment serves to destroy the elation of traveling even more. Right now we have more social networks than we know what to do with. I necessary two telephones to succeed them all. When I was in Africa, I experienced myself urgently searching for service on top of Mt. Kilimanjaro as I Periscoped with one phone, Snapchatted with the other and then toggled to Instagram, Twitter and Facebook. I know I am possibly leaving one out. Please dont tell me; I cant administer the guilt.

Im all for entering rememberings of a excursion, but theres a small part of me that longs for the days where we did that with one single camera, and a rolling of cinema. Where we had no project what the picture would look like until we got it back from CVS. It was so much easier to savor the smaller times of travelthe tracking of a leopard through the bush right outside the Naboisho camp in the Mara, a sundown falling behind an Acacia tree, a chameleon grasping to a rock-and-roll on a mountain 15,000 paws in the airwhen we didnt look it was necessary to programme it all.

The Internet isnt really devastating trip. We are .

But of course theres a solution. We dont need to let engineering dictate how we walk. We have free will and can elect to unplug entirely on a trip. We can prepare rulers about how often we will go online, even if the believed to be unplugging drives us to curl into the fetal situation and rock backward and forward in a corner.

We do the decision to look up every single evaluation before we head out the door. We decide to sought for Google portraits of a specific city or village before picturing it with our own eyes. We can still build the choice not to do those situations. The Internet isnt truly devastating tour. We are. And the style we use the Internet is devastating hurtle. Tells keep it around for the very best occasions, for the affluence of booking and electronic aircraft tickets and changing our airliner bench without talking about here four people on a bad phone connection.

Lets make a conscious decision to invite the astound and serendipity back into our journeys.

Jo Piazza is an award-winning columnist, writer, digital content strategist and writer. She is also the former managing editor for Yahoo Travel. Her novel with Lucy Sykes, The Knockoff , became an instant international bestseller in May 2015. She is currently working on a memoir entitled How to Be a Wife. Follow her on Twitter @jopiazza .

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