In 2011, I quit my job, sold everything I owned and left England for what was supposed to be a one year trip around the world. I thought I was making a huge mistake.
When I stepped on that plane, one-way ticket in hand, I’d never travelled alone before, and never for more than two weeks at a time. I had no life experience, zero common sense and had never eaten rice. I suffered from debilitating anxiety, was battling an eating disorder and had just had my heart broken.
I soon discovered that I am the unluckiest traveller in the world. I’ve been scammed, assaulted and robbed, lost teeth and swallowed a cockroach. I’ve fallen into leech-infested rice paddies, had the brakes of my motorbike fail while riding down a mountain and a boat started to sink with me on board. I’ve been caught up in a tsunami, sat beside a corpse and experienced a very unhappy ending during a massage in Thailand.
On Never Ending Footsteps, I show that transformation through travel is possible, even when terrible things happen to you. I’m a different person to the one who stepped on the plane three years ago. I can’t remember when I last had a panic attack, I’ve overcome my eating issues and I even found love along the way, meeting Dave, a fellow travel blogger who taught me not to be afraid of living.
Travel changed my life. On Never Ending Footsteps, I show how it can change yours, too. Learn from my mistakes, find the courage to follow your dreams and find humour in my misfortune. Let me show you how not to travel the world.