When people learn that as a travel writer I generally don't have to pay, a common reaction is, "Oh, well, you're not going to write anything critical then, are you?"
Well, yes I am, actually. If you start writing enthusiastic stories about trips that are complete rubbish, you'll soon lose all credibility.
But ... it doesn't occur very often. Partly, that's because an operator would be silly to send a travel writer on a dud trip. But it's also because I happen to enjoy travelling, so I almost always return home bubbling with enthusiasm.
And even on the rare occasions when I'm less thrilled, I need to be sure it is the trip that's at fault. It seems to me that whether or not you enjoy a journey often depends very much on whether you have a positive attitude and realistic expectations in the first place. I especially remember one expedition where I had a fantastic time but most of our group spent their time moaning that the food wasn't like home.
I was musing about this after my latest foray, a cruise along the coast of Borneo on the expedition ship Orion II. (This week's proboscis monkey story is the first from that voyage).