From The globetrotter Diaries by Michael Clinton, copyright 2013, published by Glitterati Inc.
But being what I am, there is no real zest in merely moving about aimlessly like any other globetrotter.
He had to go to Simla to look after a globetrotter relative of his—a person with a title.
But the new ideas grew; every globetrotter became a Nationalist and an Imperialist, and shed his party skin.
One bore all the distinguishing marks of the army officer of high rank, but the other was unmistakably a globetrotter.
Possibly perceiving an expression of dubiosity on their faces the globetrotter went on, adhering to his adventures.