I like that literary piracy. I am unfortunately unable to appreciate the translation, being quintessentially French, unable to use any other language save a few words of English. This does not prevent me from travelling. Changes of scenery have their limitations, tired of zooming from left to right, you end up having problems reaching within yourself. But the things you have seen, the feelings you had, alter your existential philosophy.
Travel is a great school of relativity.
I start with what I have lived through. I write about it. Whether in a corner of Ohio or at the other end of Japan, the reader feels these things, it creates a link between these people and me, thanks to my book. It is enough to make you cry with happiness. I am always happy about it, even when you may have doubts as to the translation's reliability.