In 2011, I quit my job, sold everything I owned, and left the U.K. for what was supposed to be a year-long trip around the world. Everyone told me I was making a big mistake.
At the time, I had 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 or been on a bus. I suffered from debilitating anxiety, was battling an eating disorder, and had just had my heart broken.
Like a lot of people, I hoped that travel would fix me. I was convinced my trip would be all about incredible, life-changing moments; ones full of sunsets and rainbows and meaningful experiences. Instead, I came to discover I was the unluckiest traveller in the world.
Over the past five years, I have been scammed and robbed, assaulted by a backpacker, and fallen into a leech-infested rice paddy. I’ve accidentally eaten a cockroach, 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, punched a scammer in the face, and experienced a very unhappy ending during a massage in Thailand. It’s hard to believe, but my bad luck was the best thing to ever happen to me.
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 that plane four years ago. I can’t remember when I last had a panic attack, I’ve overcome my eating issues, and even found love along the way.
Travel changed my life. Let me show you how it can change yours, too. Learn from my mistakes, find the courage to follow your dreams, and giggle at my misfortune. Let me show you how not to travel the world.