Since I can remember I’ve always had a passion for travel. I’m not sure where it came from – it could be that my family took me on regular holidays since I came into existence, or that I lived abroad for a while with my mum when I was little, or just the fact that the world is a wonderful place.
Whatever the reason, I love it. I love everything about it from the excitement of rushing to the airport to stepping off the plane into a completely different world. The landscapes, buildings, culture, wildlife, language, food (always the food!) but most of all the incredible friendly people of every place I’ve been to. No matter where in the world I go I’m always welcomed with open arms and big smiles (sometimes even with a ukulele) and the people are usually the biggest memory that I’ll take away from a place.
I made the decision to first go travelling when I was 16 years old. My poor helpless boyfriend had never stepped foot outside of England and, shock horror, didn’t even own a passport! So of course I had to open his eyes to everything else there was to see out there and, after a few small European holidays to ease him into it, we started to plan our first round the world trip which ended up being a very long honeymoon.
This trip just made my travel bug a hundred times worse and almost as soon as we arrived back home I began planning our next trip. This seems to have become a habit now as I always have to have some sort of travel arranged in the not too distant future!
To me, travelling is a huge part of my life and I know I wouldn’t be happy without it. I am completely obsessed, addicted, whatever you want to call it, and it completely consumes me. I know that I am the biggest pain in the bum to my husband as all I ever talk about is which country I want to visit next, which mountain we can climb or what new city I want to explore. He’s come to the point where, although he still likes to travel, he has a business to run and other important things to deal with, and seeing the world just isn’t as high up on his list as mine. But despite that he still tries to make room in his busy schedule to come on all my adventures with me which I truly appreciate as I wouldn’t want to do any of it without him.
Although I now have a full time job and a mortgage and so unfortunately won’t be jetting off on any more long trips any time soon, I still try to squeeze in as much travel as humanly possible and, if I’m lucky, just about manage to fit in a few hours of sleep as well! But I have been on a fair few adventures, from climbing the Sydney Harbour Bridge to wrestling with lions in South Africa, underwater cave diving in Fiji to sleeping under the stars in Namibia. If you follow me on Twitter you’ll already know that I love talking about my adventures as well as having a very unhealthy addiction for Africa. I also tend to crave the weird and wonderful and the bigger the culture shock the better. I would much rather camp with an African tribe in the middle of nowhere or visit a ghost town like Chernoybl than sit on a beach and relax.
I don’t claim to be the best writer out there, far from it, so this blog will just be for fun and for me to share my stories and photos with anyone who’s interested – and any advice if anyone wants it – about both my past adventures and my future adventures both in London and the rest of the world. I made a promise to myself at the beginning of the year that I would do something different at least once a month for the foreseeable future so this year has been a very good one so far, including climbing the O2 in London, attending charity rallies and of course visiting some new countries. I also have a couple of upcoming trips planned to India and South America so I’m sure all of these will give me plenty to talk about!
Hope you enjoy my adventures! 🙂