Why do I travel? The question that strikes me more is why wouldn’t I travel? My parents have always loved a holiday so I guess that my eyes grew wide from a young age, and when I finished school there was going to be no stopping me from making my first long-term solo trip. There is no replacement for the buzz that goes through you when touching down in an unknown land; alien language and culture hits you harder than the humidity when you step off the plane. Every time that I walk in to the unknown my senses are opened and I am once again exposed to the longing to explore and learn. The bus ride from the airport has never made you feel more lost, the currency looks so odd that you question its legitimacy, the hostel shower looks like a scene from a horror movie but the nerves soon settle because they always do… and you know what the best part is? You don’t even know it yet but you’re about to meet friends for life, and that's when the adventure really begins.
I’ve gone it alone, I’ve gone on a whim, I’ve gone to kill boredom, I’ve gone to escape my troubles, I’ve gone to grow… but behind every reason I’ve ever had for travelling, I’ve gone to live.
UK | 23 | Currently Exploring Christchurch, New Zealand