On our return to the UK, we found it very difficult to get back into the routine that we’d left.
The mortgage, the bills, the car, our accumulated junk, the tedious repetitiveness of the nine to five – having experienced the vastness of the world and all of the opportunity out there, we struggled to fit back into business as usual.
So we decided to head off again, but this time we left for good…
We delivered our Oliver with about a week’s notice, borrowed a small motorhome from a friend on the way and then jumped on Amtrak with a month long rail pass to travel the country in search of a vintage bus.
It was hectic and crazy, we had no plan.
We didn’t know terribly much about buses and we trusted completely in serendipity that we would be lead to where we needed to be…
12 years and 32 countries later, we’ve had some amazing experiences. And we’ve built countless memories that bring smiles on our face time and time again.
We had a super romantic dinner in the oldest restaurant in the world, fell in love with Japan, we became train travel experts while repeatedly Interrailing Europe and exploring Britain, and found a piece of lost paradise in Bali, among other things.
With every new place we discover and with every new experience, we open up more to the world and our bucket list grows longer…
After 36 years I left the corporate life I detested, strapped on a backpack and traveled solo around the world for six months, determined to visit the places I’d always wanted to see.
I traveled without major plans, went wherever the wind blew me, took thousands of photos along the way and blogged about the places I visited. At the end of that trip, I returned to the States, but the travel bug had bitten me…hard.
By the end of 2009 I was traveling so much that it made no sense to maintain an apartment, so I sold or gave away my remaining furniture and hit the road full-time.
We traveled 30,000 miles together; went to 20+ countries when we had no clue we would fall in love with travel; learned to scuba dive; made art; made interesting friends; had Burning Man change our lives.
From Mexico to Argentina, Iceland to Italy, Burning Man festivals and food trucks, we were non-stop for almost 2 years.
Now we’re back in Austin, starting our life again from square one. Does this mean an end to travel? Hell no. It just means we get to start designing our life the way it should have been in the beginning…
After eight years as a social entrepreneur, I was headhunted for an important non-profit organisation in Ottawa, Canada. But I had already made my decision: 30 March would be the last day I would “go to work”.
Growing up, my father – an airline manager – was often sent on international postings; meaning every three years we would move to a new school in a new city and learn new cultures and languages.
My parents spared no opportunity to go on family trips as well: I was just 11 the first time my friends and I camped with Bedouins in a Jordan desert…
For three years, I took Spanish and surfing lessons in Costa Rica, rode through the narrow fjords and icy glaciers of the Chilean Patagonia, hiked up a snowy volcano in Ecuador, swam with dolphins off the coast of New Zealand, climbed high atop the Harbour Bridge in Sydney.
I sand-boarded the dunes of Dubai, kayaked between pristine islands of Belize, climbed like Moses to the top of Mt. Sinai, and successfully accomplished a two-week bicycle tour through the rice fields Vietnam.
I have also found work in many places—I served up coffee and sandwiches in a café in Melbourne, taught private business English lessons in Istanbul…
When I was younger, I thought it would be impossible for me to travel to far flung places. But as time passed by, I realized that I shouldn’t stop believing in what I could do but instead stay positive and optimistic that I could achieve whatever I put my mind into.
My way of traveling kept on changing, from going to the usual resorts when I was still in school, to going to nearby provinces when I started working.
Then I started backpacking which changed my life forever…
I will never forget the first time I jumped into the water, or more accurately, the dive master pushed me in since I was so nervous! It’s incredibly difficult to willingly take that first leap into shark infested waters!
But once I relaxed, which admittedly took a few dives, I felt an incredible sense of gratitude for swimming alongside these magnificent creatures, one of the most misunderstood on the planet.
Here I was, easy prey, invading their habitat and yet they weren’t attacking me, even as the JAWS theme music played on loop in my head…