Wednesday, 17 June 2015

Give Travel A Chance

Tonight, I had a burning desire to write.
My heart is firmly set on sharing my adventures in Asia. I promise.

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What has been absorbing my thoughts lately, well lets be frankly honest the moment I stepped off the plane back into the UK, is how much my desire is to travel. When talking to a colleague the other day I told her just how much my heart belongs in travel, and adventure. I realised in that moment – how much my life has changed. 

Up until the age of TWENTY - I had never travelled on an aeroplane before, or stepped foot on foreign sand. My childhood was homely, and we had typically British seaside holidays - foreign holidays were just that - foreign.  Friends would often take holidays to America, Disneyland, and Gran Canaria to name a few, but it was a very alien concept to me, something that I didn't necessarily feel sad or jealous of. Just something that wasn’t a part of my life. 

I remember my husband and I's first holiday very well. Tenerife 2009. He persuaded me to take my first real foreign holiday. After three nights, I was set on going home, I found it so difficult to adjust to the hot temperature (my body had never experienced before), and felt completely incapable of speaking a foreign language and using a different currency. I felt at a loss and totally unqualified at travel.

The following year was even more disastrous, an all-inclusive resort in Crete. The setting was lovely, but I just couldn't feel settled or relaxed. I struggled to even sun bathe, let alone enjoy myself. I came home with no desire to travel back there, and didn't leave the country for another two years.
Then...out of nowhere, it hit me. And it hit me hard.

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This sounds awfully cliché, but somewhere between losing four stone in weight and marrying my love, I found my real desire to travel. When leaving Fiji (the destination our honeymoon began), my heart sank and I had this feeling I had never experienced before in my entire life. I wanted to go back (there), but I wanted to go further. I wanted to see more, do more, explore, adventure.
And that was it...
Each trip there on after has taught me a different lesson, given me a flavour and incredible taste and inspired me to keep going – further, and longer. 

You only learn to travel, when you live it. 

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2 comments

  1. I know I wrote this last time, but I'll say it again - Travel is the only thing we buy that makes us richer. I'm off on holiday soon, it's been a few years since my last trip abroad and I'm getting that familiar feeling of excitment in the pit of my stomach. I can't wait!
    Where do you plan to go to next?

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  2. I have never got the travel bug, maybe because it can be such a faff with my diabetes?! I love seeing other people's trips though, maybe I will just live vicariously!

    Maria xxx

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