Ah, the romance of travel! From the Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame, 1908 “'I'm a seafaring rat, I am, and the port I originally hail from is Constantinople, though I'm a sort of a foreigner there too, in a manner of speaking.” After a meal and some red wine, the rambling Sea Rat spoke with vibrancy to his domestically inclined new friend, the Water Rat, about the adventures to come: “We shall break out the jib and the foresail, the white houses on the harbour side will