Last week it was our two year anniversary from being away from home. As far as I’m concerned it’s not exactly something we’ve had time to celebrate or even notice, there’s always so much going on there doesn’t seem to be time to stop and recollect what we’ve achieved.
But I guess truthfully, it’s a pretty important milestone for us. We have been across North America, South America and Australia and now we are living in New Zealand, and since leaving home back in January 2015 so much has changed for us.
Everybody says that the best part about doing anything is the looking forward to it. I, myself, have known this to be true in the past. From the hype at Christmas time to the build up to New Year’s Eve – the lead up to just one solitary day is often when the fun really happens.
This year my partner and I were away from home at Christmas, and we decided to spend the holiday in Buenos Aires. And like everyone away from their home countries, it wasn’t really going to be “Christmas” for us this year without England and everything in it.
Another country, another airport, another city, another hostel, another bathroom, another bed. When you move from place to place, from country to country, seeing one place after the other, it doesn’t necessarily make you gaze in awe at everything you see, as you would expect and it definitely doesn’t make you feel like you are on holiday. However much you wish it would sometimes.
Backpacking California. In my mind it was a beach-hopping haze of hippy trails and hot summer sun. When planning the trip we took a long hard look at the map of the state and decided to crawl up the coast using California’s seemingly above average public transport system.
My partner and I have been “travelling” for nearly seven months now, and I’m not going to lie, it’s often a lot like hard work. We haven’t been travelling for every day of the seven months, for us that would be impossible. For most of the time we have been living in countries around the world, including the USA and Colombia, and are moving around the world slowly, from country to country.
Life on the road is frustrating if you love clothes. Moving from one place to the next and not knowing where your next fashion fix is coming from. What’s more, you are probably taking a lot of selfies and would like a variety of clothes in your backpack to distinguish between the photos, more than anything…
Travelling in India is always an adventure. When you first touch down in Mumbai you instantly experience India’s unique landscape: the crazy roads lined with makeshift shacks, faces everywhere, and the blistering heat. On arrival I was racing to the city centre in an old school Mumbai taxi.
Like any city, in any country, on any continent, you can stay in the tourist trap centre, or you can veer off into the depths of reality and explore suburban life. In most cities you are warned not to leave the tourist district. In the mind of your advisers, it’s best to stay with other vulnerable tourists, presumably this area is safer than walking around a neighbourhood where people actually live? Strange logic.
Stepping onto the wide stone fortress that is Charles Bridge, I took in what was to be our home for the next four days. A cacophony of sounds and sights filled my eyes and ears. The rapid rhythms of the Charles Bridge Band, the peaceful melodies of the flute seller, and the wide and serene blue waters of the river Danube, adding a small dose of stillness in all of the chaos.