I have spent many years travelling all around the world, collected various gorgeous moments, memories, things which I will never forget, some which I must make sure I remember. Travelling is wonderful, something which gives you this giddy, wonderful feeling of freedom- a freedom which can only be found in the excitement of new places and being alone, making your own choices, seeing things which you can barely believe. A freedom which is annoyingly addictive and ridiculously better than any freedom living at home can offer.
The best thing about travelling is when you first step off a train, a bus, a plane- in a completely new place.... And everything is different- even the air tastes different. You don't know which way is left or right, east or west, right or wrong, you dont know where you need to go. This place, this world you've stepped into, is a blank; and its terrifying and thrilling in equal measures. There is such a brief moment of time- maybe half an hour- where you wander, and each sight, and smell, and taste, is new and alien and exciting, and you are overcome with the feeling that soon it will not be different, soon you will know these trees, these cracks in the road, these faces pushing past.
I hadn't thought about keeping a blog, because well... blogs are kind of self promoting and weird. But I met some people on my last trip, and it made me think. they were amazed by what I had done.
"You must have loads of amazing stories" this woman said.
i guess I do. Some here are some little snippets of the best and worst of my travels! :)
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