Making the decision to move to Bali came in two parts. At the risk of sounding cliché, my body and soul knew it, before my mind did. Mother Nature granted me an extra week in Bali and all flights were cancelled. I had heard about this town…
I’m sitting up on my board. One leg hanging over each side, as I let the ocean move me softly and wait for the next set. Only seconds ago, three waves peeled their way towards the shore, beautifully in sync. I didn’t catch any of them. Sometimes, I like to just sit out here.
I made the right choice, I think to myself as our little grey Toyota Corolla pulls onto the gravel. We’re in good company, with another half a dozen explorers doing the same thing. I learned my lesson from yesterday.
I’ve noticed a trend recently: When I’m close to leaving a place, I get this overwhelming feeling of loss. I don’t want to leave. Maybe it’s the way I’m wired. I naturally get attached and connected to a place, through people.
If something makes you the happiest person and the saddest person at the same time, that’s when it’s real. That’s when it’s worth something… For me, it’s travel. Leaving my family and friends back home. Missing out the precious early years…
“I’m lost. I want to go travel. I just want to leave. But my 34-year-old brain is telling me I can’t. That I need to settle down. That I can’t give it all up…” It was a conversation I recently had with a friend. He’s struggling, looking for his purpose.
Why do you travel? Just like the destinations we want to visit, our motivations for exploring the world are different, too. It seems travel is deep-rooted inside me. The first time I got on that plane, in my teens, my life completely changed.
As travellers, we’re inherently big, blue sky thinkers. We thrive on exploring new countries, cultures and experiences. We love the rush of extremes. Witnessing the pyramids in Egypt. Catching a train in India. Hiking Machu Pichu. But for most of us, these are once a year…
Travelling changes you like little else can. It will put you in places that force you to care for issues bigger than you. It’s about experiencing true risk and adventure, so you don’t have to ever live in fear. A lot of us associate travelling with airports, planes, foreign languages…
Home. It often marks the end of a journey in our minds. We stop being exposed to the new. The spontaneity stops. We return to what we know. Coming ‘home’ means saying goodbye to people we meet on the road and hello to our old friends and family.
Every traveller has one – a pinnacle place or point in time where everything changes. There’s a cliff in Uluwatu on the southern tip of Bali, overlooking the deep blue water. I sat there watching the sunset, every single night. In part, because it was impossible not to, but most importantly…
A Loco leaves the known to discover and explore the unknown. They have fears, but they don’t let their fears become excuses. They could be looking for something or just simply want to embrace life – the good and the bad. A Loco doesn’t wait for life to happen.
“I go home next week – back to reality.” This is something I hear a lot travelling. When people ask what I do, there’s always the same reply. “Did you guys win the lotto? You’re living the dream.” And sure, I agree. But it’s my dream. My life is travel. This is my reality.
It was the second day of my motorcyce ride around Morocco and a hot sun had been following me for the most part; but now, as I stopped for a late lunch on my way into Boumalne- Dades, drops were starting to fall.
I find a little nook in the corner, slide my birks off and stretch out. The girl next to me is doing the same. It’s 10pm and I’m taking the red-eye flight back home. Home… this is a word I’ve explored the meaning of for the last six months.
My face is pressed on the window, trying to spot the Hollywood sign. I’m like a hawk, ready to spot my first celebrity – playing my own game of I SPY. We’ve been in Los Angeles for less than an hour – travelling along the San Diego Freeway towards Santa Monica…
t’s Wednesday, around midday. My friend and I, along with 100,000 other people walk up to Golden Gate Park’s Hippie Hill. 4/20 festival – it’s the biggest day of the year for marijuana enthusiasts, but we’re just here for the experience.
The eucalyptus leaves begin to dance to the gentle coercion of the breeze. I drift off into a dreamy state, still lucid and aware, but relaxed like a wave washing over me. All your senses become heightened, you’re turned inside out—rather than your senses being an extension of you…
So it turns out traveling with someone of the opposite sex, whom you share a completely platonic relationship with, is an unusual concept for some. Especially those in hospitality who offer you a “romantic table for two” and stand dumbstruck for a few minutes…
When traveling, the level of responsibility lessens whilst the willingness to venture out and take risks in return for an adventure heightens. Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad. But all in all, it amounts to a story.
The beauty of a flexible itinerary is simply that. You can adapt to changes and minimise the stress, hopefully. My plan was to head to Manchester after Cambridge. However, my mind went into limbo as my accommodation cancelled due to work reasons the night before I was about to head there.
My time in Prague highlighted how much I over packed and how I can travel more efficiently in the future. It also brought me back to my university days as I lived on a campus predominantly for students.
Walking along a thin gravel path past green scrubs that have turned dark in the hot sun, I question turning back. My friend and I have been walking for what seems like an eternity in the unforgiving, South Australian sun.
How many people can say they’ve walked over an active volcano? Trading blood, sweat and fear for accomplishment and sheer ecstasy seemed like a good deal to me. Ascending into cloud-infused mountains with the morning sun beaming on my face, the looming shadow of the summit escapes from the kiss of the sun.
“Serene handcrafted loft space in the heart of East Williamsburg” is enough to persuade me. Picturing myself lazing in the effortlessly cool Humphrey loft from Gossip Girl, I click book and close my silver MacBook, hot from the hour of searching.
Sevda, Sev for short, is a 23 year old Osteopath and recent university graduate, who in her final year of study embarked on a placement alongside three friends in Kenya where they volunteered to work in a few hospitals as student Osteopaths.
There’s something about Hawaii—the islands possess an irresistible allure drawing people from every nation to it’s shores.