“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.”
– J. M. Barrie
I came to travel writing the same way I come to everything else in life: late, accidentally, out of breath and of course, a little sweaty.
Until the age of 22, I had only been on the usual (compulsory) family jaunts to France and back. Where stress and arguments ruled all. So, when I was first invited to travel without the burden of my nearest and dearest I was hesitant at the idea of facing all the stresses of a journey alone….. but it turns out travelling is a lot easier than it appears when you can do it your way.
Born in the most boring – but beautiful – town in Scotland I (and everyone else who ever went there) quickly left home once finishing school. But I grew tired of the bright lights of Cumbria and decided that I still was not yet far enough from home. Exeter (the other end of the country) would have to do!
This is where I met some of the most amazing voyagers I know and they taught me how to start my own adventures. In the past 3 years, I have visited 15 different countries, some on multiple occasions, some alone, some with friend. Some visits were planned and some were by mistake but all were wonderfully haphazard.
I would like to share with you some adventures, tips and general wafflings as I blunder my way across the globe – accidental style.