Hi. I’m Lauren Juliff: Traveller, Writer, and Walking Disaster.

Welcome to Never Ending Footsteps.



In 2011, I quit my job, sold everything I owned and left England for 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, I was battling an eating disorder and I had just had my heart broken.

Unexpectedly, given my lack of life experience, I was soon to discover that I’m the worst 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.

Though I didn’t realise it at the time, I was experiencing a transformation despite the terrible things that were happening to me. My frequent panic attacks faded away as I repeatedly forced myself to leave my narrow comfort zone. I overcame my eating issues, evolving from a person who had never eaten Asian food to one who wouldn’t think twice about trying fried crickets. I even found love along the way, meeting Dave, a handsome New Zealander 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.

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WHERE I'VE BEENTravel Statistics

Number of Continents: 5
Number of Countries: 50
Days on the Road: 1193

Distance Travelled: 210,707km

Number of Flights: 82

Number of Trains: 28

Number of Buses: 90

Number of Boats: 25

Beds Slept in: 230

Featured Country of the MonthMorocco

Morocco was a challenging country to travel through.

Marrakech was large, crowded, noisy, polluted, chaotic and intense — the overly aggressive touts down every alleyway doing nothing to settle my nerves. However, Morocco was also one of my favourite countries, and I eventually grew to love the mayhem. I enjoyed the chaos of Marrakech, the wonder of the Sahara Desert, the hippie vibe of Essaouira and the stunningly beautiful Chefchaouen.

Here are some of my favourite posts.