I’ve always wanted to travel, ever since my first foreign holiday with a group of friends in 2006 to Hungary, where we kayaked south along the Danube river in Budapest from our Hostel in Szentendre. In fact, one of my favourite memories is staying just outside of Prague with the same friends in 2008 and nearly breaking a Grand Piano during a game of hide and seek.
To put the almost thousands Euros worth of damage into perspective, the ONE thing we were told not to touch when we got to the hostel were these plywood crates, that had been assembled round old Grand Pianos to stop backpackers damaging them. Picture the scene; my friend Blake counts down “five…..four….three….” I’m still struggling to find somewhere to hide. I jump behind some curtains onto a windowsill, and practically jump into my friend Adam’s lap. He politely asks me to find another place to hide, the windowsill opposite us is empty, all that’s between us is a Plywood Crate. “COMING, READY OR NOT” Blake bellows from upstairs. I had no time, I wouldn’t be found first.
I leapt onto the plywood crate and as I went to use my insane parkour skills to jump to the windowsill the unthinkable happened. CRACK! The plywood gave way and my leg missed the side of the grand piano by inches. The lights came on and everyone came running into the room, looks of shock on their faces.
THESE are the kind of memories that have made me want to travel the world. So why haven’t I? Long story short, in 2009 I got together with my ex. Sure, I went on holidays, however we both wanted different things – sitting beside the pool and drinking was her idea of a holiday whilst mine was getting out there and exploring the culture.
Jump forward to 2015, we separate and I do something I never thought I would. I called my friend Sarah who was working a Ski Season in Morzine (the French Alps) and spent 3 weeks throwing myself off the side of mountains crashing on her boyfriend’s sofa for the whole time. Me and Sarah got incredibly drunk one night and booked a two-week holiday in Es-Canar, the classy part of Ibiza. In the May of 2016 we ventured to Ibiza and explored a ruined Cathedral and had a tour of an abandoned town with a Spanish Nun – who spoke no English. My love for travel was completely reignited.
Now, please don’t think of this post as a cry for sympathy, it’s not. But don’t ever let anything get in the way of your dreams. If you want to go travelling, do it! You don’t have to do a long time in places, a week or two in some European cities is enough to explore everything. Make the most of your life, live for the adventure and more importantly, be true to yourself.