The Press: The Traveling Press

In the musette bag of red-haired Horace Sutton are Dramamine tablets, bug spray, a ten-bladed Swiss army knife, cable cards, swimming trunks, traveler's checks—and a seemingly inexhaustible supply of paregoric. These are the tools of Sutton's profession: he is a travel writer, working for newspapers and magazines in an age when more and more of the world's citizens are excursioning to more and more foreign countries.

In the last year Sutton has toted his tools more than 100,000 miles, most recently to Tahiti, where he dined on raw fish in coconut milk, papaya-banana pudding—and, of course, paregoric. His wife Pat, 24,...