Some people travel to eat. I just travel and, meanwhile, I get hungry. Sure, sometimes a certain type of crepe or oversized fruit snack tastes so good that finding and eating it temporarily gives me some sense of purpose in life. But usually I just pile canned tuna on stale crackers and call it dinner. Then I started traveling by bike instead of bus/train/truck/horse-drawn cart. Now, as I propel myself across the land, I eat to travel.