I’m that absolute cliché of a traveller.
I started travelling, started a blog, posted a couple of things with no real direction, came home and now I post daily pictures of the life I once had on my Instagram account. Yuk, right?
Well, maybe. But I’m ready to change my ways, I promise!
When I started this blog I had no real purpose for it, just a couple of ideas for some entertaining, anecdotal posts and I wanted to see how they’d go. A LOT has changed in the two years since this literary journey began and since returning home it has occurred to me that the most interesting stories I have to tell are not minor anecdotes or sarcastic life advice. So many people have asked me about the REAL things I experienced while I was gone.
It’s about time I relived that journey here, and I want to bring you with me this time.
As of now, I will be posting a series of short chapters about what really happened to me out there in the big wide world. This is not a promise that all future content will be clean and sarcasm free, but I will try to refrain from the more ‘random’ content I’ve been exploring throughout the life of the blog so far.
I’ll also take this opportunity to confirm, that just because I am writing memoirs (almost impossible to use that word without sounding like a pretentious dick, sorry) does not mean that my travels are over. I am using my quiet time, back at home with my family, to have a little catch up on the story so far. It is certainly not over.
So if you are, indeed, sitting comfortably, I guess I’ll begin at the beginning. Or maybe, just a little Beforehand…