When I checked into a Philadelphia hostel en route from Spain to emcee at Montreal’s Startup Fest the front desk staff asked if his transport directions from the airport had worked. “Yes,” I replied, “but I decided to get off at 30th Street so I could walk the rest of the way and see the city before it got dark.” “That’s 2 miles in 80 degree heat!” he exclaimed. Should this have been such a shocking act? I had just finished a 500-mile walk in mostly 80–90 degree weather several days prior and felt like the train moved too fast. Upon arrival I would likely set down my pack and go for a walk anyway so why not just walk there?