Difference in viewpoint, or mere difference in culture?

What do you define as adventure?

Sky-diving? Bungy jumping? Getting lost in the jungle? Or simply sitting it out (on hard seats mind you!) on a 24-hour train ride in China?

I was recently perplexed by what-seemed-an-obvious-choice decision which turned out to be totally out of my league of thoughts.

Between a 24 hour rail trip and a 3 hours flight at almost similar prices, there are people who actually opted for the 24 hour rail trip. U can almost see that glitter in their blue eyes as they ooooh-ed at the mention of a train ride across China...

My lecturer, a Caucasian who is in love with Europe and alternative adventures, was one whose eyes glittered. I told him bluntly there is nothing to see in that 24 hours but yellow land, according to my Chinese friend. He must have thought I was silly and didn't comprehend the beauty of adventure and all things different. Well, he's right! I really don't understand!

I suspect I am not alone. I am almost sure that I am one of many million Asians who will only deem these long and likely to be disgusting train rides as mere drudgery.

I can only simplify the recent phenonmenon down to the difference in culture.