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. Everyone told me I was making a huge mistake.
I’d never travelled alone, 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 determined to have incredible, life-changing experiences, full of sunsets and rainbows and meaningful experiences. Instead, I discovered I was the unluckiest traveller in the world.
During the four years I’ve been travelling, I’ve been scammed, assaulted and robbed, forgotten my passport 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, punched a scammer in the face, 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 that plane four 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.
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 find humour in my misfortune. Let me show you how not to travel the world.