An anecdote I like to consider as I’m setting off on an adventure:
I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.
Since I can remember, I’ve had a strong desire to travel extensively. As a child I was enamoured of the beautiful locations Mum and Dad captured in slides of their European travels.
I am lucky to have parents who are passionate about camping; by my mid-teens I had experienced seven of Australia’s eight states and territories. I eventually made the long trek to Perth with my girlfriend in early 2006, completing the eight.
Our sole family overseas trip was to Hong Kong in 1991. From the moment I set foot on the plane I found the entire adventure incredible. This trip was my first foray in to travel journaling and my insights as a 7 year old are rather amusing.
In early 2005 I bid all those I knew goodbye and headed solo to New Zealand for five weeks. I’d long suspected I had the bug and this trip left me with no doubt: travel was my raison d’être. I busily set about saving even more dollars for my long anticipated European adventure.
Days after my 22nd birthday I boarded a plane bound for London and spent the subsequent five months trekking through Europe, North Africa, and the United States before setting up base in London for the duration of 2007. I originally put this site up for family and friends to track this trip (a self hosted travel blog was most contemporary back in 2006).
Following my 18 months in Europe I’ve returned to Paris for a week, and spent several more in the States. I’m eagerly anticipating my next voyage.
Enjoy reading, and happy and safe travels!