Gazeta Wyborcza has a regular feature in which they ask the same set of questions about tourism of various people. You know the type: “I left my heart in… [answer]”; “My best holidays were in… [answer]”; “My favourite hotel… [answer].” This week the respondent was a Daria Pawęda, described as a journalist and traveller. Her answers to the questions read like encyclopaedia entries: “Easter Island. Belonging to Chile, it is famous for its circa 900 statues, the so-called Moai, laid out on stone platforms known as ahu.”

For a journalist, she has an awfully limited vocabulary. The island of Bequia is known, she says, as the “hidden treasure of the Caribbean.” It is “a paradise for sailors and divers.” But what’s this? Her most unforgettable day was spent “on a paradise beach” in Phu Quoc. Her best holidays were in Jericoacoara, which she regards as “a paradise on Brazilian earth, hidden from the world.” She is that most tiresome of person – the tourist who has sought and found places unknown to you. (Phu Quoc is also far off the beaten track.) Or so she would have you believe. In answer to the question of what she always brings with her on her journeys, she says the Lonely Planet Guide. And Jericoacoara beach, that untouched paradise on earth, unknown to plebs like you with your Ryanair tickets? It’s only in the Washington Post’s top ten beaches in the world.

My favourite, though, is her motto, which — seasoned world traveller that she is — she gives not in boring old Polish, but in cool and snappy cosmopolitan English: “Happiness is journey, not destination.”