India, Nov. 1 -- Doesn't everything taste better when you are on the road? Every time I come back from a trip, I spend a few days caressing my memories. Because I eat for a living, many of the memories are about food. I remember sitting on a small island in the middle of the Nile, watching the sun go down, a plate of Egyptian savouries in my hand. I will never forget the view of the sea at Monopoli, in Italy's Puglia region, as I clutched my gelato. And nothing can beat a plate of noodles eaten by the largest Hindu temple in the world; no, not in India but in Cambodia at Angkor Wat. When the excitement has faded somewhat, I start to think a little more dispassionately. Was the gelato really that good or was I just enraptured by Puglia? Would I really enjoy those Egyptian savouries without the sunset or the Nile? My conclusion is that stunning beauty makes everything better, not just food. But so many of my best memories are of places that were not particularly beautiful. There is something about a hot dog on the street in a busy New York City afternoon that makes it special. I remember sitting, last year, in a cool drizzle on a street in Copenhagen, biting into a hamburger and thinking how delicious it was. The burger had come from the takeaway window at Gasoline Grill, which, as the name suggests, is a gas station that serves hamburgers. So, hardly an example of great beauty. And what about all my meals in Bangkok, where the best food is to be found at hawker stalls on broken down pavements or dingy alleys? There is nothing beautiful about those locations. I think sometimes that, more than beauty, it is travel that makes everything better. I would rather eat Thai food on the streets of Bangkok than at the three-Michelin-star Sorn. I enjoyed Steirereck, with its three Michelin stars, in Vienna. But the memory that has stayed with me is of eating a Sacher Torte on a small table on the road. Because so much of travel is about experiences, I have now formulated a simple rule: Leave the Michelin guide at home and try to discover a sense of place. Nearly everywhere I go, I try to eat the local food, even in places where I don't speak the language and nobody speaks a word of English. Twenty-five years ago, I found myself in Tokyo, which seemed even more alien than it does now. I would wander into restaurants where the language barrier made spoken communication impossible. Because many Japanese menus have photographs, I would point at the pictures and polite Japanese people would bring me strange and unfamiliar dishes. Honestly, I never had a bad meal. My wife and I followed the same principle when we went to Sichuan a few years ago. The pointing at pictures thing went so well that we forgot that nobody could understand a word we said. It did pose other problems though. When no server understood when I asked for the bill, I mimed the universal writing-something gesture. They nodded and brought me a pen instead. But that's a risk you run when you travel and don't just stick to bland international food or search for Indian restaurants. Back in the 1990s, I went to one of the best hotel restaurants in Georgetown, Guyana, and told the manager that no, I did not want the hamburger he recommended. I wanted something local. "Certainly sir," he responded. "Let me get you the Capybara." I was pleased to try something new, but I had a feeling that I was not going to like the local specialty. "Er, what exactly is the Capybara?" "It's a large rodent," he explained. I had the hamburger. But that's fine. You live and learn. We travel to have new experiences. Otherwise, why bother to leave the house? They say that it is better to travel hopefully than it is to arrive. This is not true. There is no point in being hopeful if you don't arrive. So, here's my version: It's better to travel adventurously than it is to play safe. Travel should broaden the mind. And, in my case, broaden the waistline....