The Long Road Home

How long can you keep putting off reality for? I’ve been delaying it for the last two and a half years, knowing that it was always going to come knocking, never quite knowing when. Now however, is the time I’ve chosen to return to some semblance of normality and put a hold on my nomadic lifestyle. I had all the dreams, the plans and the systems in place to carry on for years but I’ve made a conservative choice to hold off and prepare myself in the event it all fails miserably.

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The decision came upon me quickly. After just under 18 months of travel, I knew there needed to be another change to keep things exciting and challenging. I had a few options in mind that had developed over time and had been thought about in considerable detail. I was looking at staying in Europe for another summer and possibly studying somewhere like Italy; I could’ve carried on the adventure in South America, running up and down such an incredible continent with some of the most incredible opportunities I could ever have imagined or I could head back to Australia and play conservatively and start building my back up plans. Sometimes, talking about it makes it so much more real than thinking about it, despite months of these options being on my mind. In the end there really was only one logical option…

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I didn’t come home because I had to. I came home because it made too much sense not to. I had a window of opportunities that all aligned nicely and would conclude at an age where I could still disappear and pursue my passions. I was playing the game, so that I could have more security in not playing the game (if that makes any sense whatsoever). I could finally look at some local adventures, now that I have a skillset that allows me to do so, and one day in the future, maybe turn those into a business that won’t require the degree and the work experience I’ll be undertaking as my fall back!

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Coming home was never going to be easy, I mean how do you go from a life of ultimate freedom to a regimented routine that you more or less have to stick to? There are plenty of positives: physically hanging out with your mates rather than through the mediums of Skype and Whatsapp; family there when you need them; comforts such as beds, showers, cars; knowing where everything is and not having to plan for accommodation or transport incredibly frequently. When even your work is an exciting experience, it feels like people pay you for having fun, yet now I’m back at uni, I’m shorter on cash and therefore slightly more restricted in a lot of ways. I’m already finding myself suffering a little bit from cabin fever and need to be far more proactive planning trips, recognising that I’m probably going to have undertake these solo as well.Backpackers are far more adventurous than your normal person (and free of commitment) and willing to try new things and explore, something I expected more people to be interested in when I returned home.

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But the plans are in place. Once I settle in properly, I can get back to being fit, to exploring this incredible state I’m fortunate enough to call home and to developing projects like my photography, this blog and even learning how to play guitar. And don’t think for a second my travels are going to dry up. If I play my cards right, I should be able to get 3 months of travel a year covered by other people. But I’ll keep you updated as that progresses.
Now that I’ve got a lot more time up my sleeve, I’m going to be putting more time and effort into this blog, sharing stories, tips and photos to help encourage you all to get out and follow in my footsteps. Or, far more importantly, go leave your own somewhere. And please, if you’d need any help or advice, get in contact directly. I love planning and helping plan trips, such exciting times!

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The Arctic Surfers of Lofoten

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Click-click-click-click-click.

My camera whirred away rapidly snapping photos as another surfer disappeared under the wave and his board went soaring through the air. A stunning snow-capped mountain, one of many in Norway’s Lofoten Islands looming over the bay where 20 or so surfers had decided to spend their Saturday afternoon. I was trying to get my Chris Burkard* on, but knew that I needed a lot more practice before I was anywhere near that standard.

“Du har venner der ute vet?”

I turn to see an older Norwegian bloke standing beside me, looking at me expectantly.

“Uhh, sorry. In English?” I asked hopefully.

“Ah, I see. Do you have friends out there?”

“No, I’m just travelling and thought I’d come and see how it compares to Australian surfing. These guys are crazy!”

I don’t think anybody, surfers included questioned their craziness. Kitted out in thick 8mm wetsuits, they would brave the cold waters of the Arctic for hours on end, waiting for that perfect wave. When you truly love something, you find ways to make it happen. And for these guys, they loved surfing.

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The man I was speaking to was the father of one of the guys out there, pointing him out as the one just running into the surf, green board and wetsuit with all the added necessities. He sort of just laughed and agreed that they were crazy, but alas, as are most Norwegians. His son was spending a year in the islands, getting as much surfing and skiing in as he possibly could. The mountains weren’t yet ready to be scaled and skied down so that meant every waking moment was spent out in the surf. The father himself was quite a keen sailor, and told me a few of his own crazy exploits he’d had over the years.

I was quite surprised to see so many people out in the water, although really I shouldn’t have been. Arctic surfing is growing more and more in popularity as people realise that not all the greatest waves are found in the far warmer Australias, Hawaiis and Californias. I mean there is a reason why the Lofoten Masters surfing competition is part of the pro surfing circuit these days, calling all the big names to come visit in late October. I had missed it by two weeks but apparently it had been wild. From all the inlets and bays I had driven into and explored, and some of the breaks I had witnessed from the beaches, this place was made for surfers.

Try and imagine your standard crazy Norwegian who would go surfing in Arctic waters. Yep, these guys fit the bill perfectly. Big shaggy beards and broad, beaming smiles were the only things that escaped the cover of the black neoprene wetsuit. Caps, gloves and booties are a necessity in these waters, where they would spend all afternoon, waiting for that perfect wave.

All the surfers congregated together, looking like a pack of seals as they chatted and gossiped, waiting for the decent sets to roll through. And when they did, as with all surfers, it was every man for himself. There were several quality surfers out there but from my attempted photography practice, I managed to pick out all the guys who were practicing their dismounts from the tougher waves. It made for a few laughs but some average photos.

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I chatted away with this older guy for the better part of an hour, my camera constantly whirring away as I practiced in an area I hadn’t spent much time working on. He was a lovely bloke who helped me get a bit of an insight into surfing and sailing scene throughout Norway until it started to chuck it down with rain. With that, I bid him farewell and jumped back in my car to continue my road trip.

These guys were tough, but I mean hey, it’s not like they have sharks to worry about… So Australians > Norwegians 😉

*Chris Burkard is an incredible surf photographer who has spent a lot of time snapping images of Arctic surfers. Imagine a man with a board, staring down barrelling sets under the Northern Lights. Yeah, I’m definitely not there yet.

Good, Better, Best of Travel Costs

You can save money thousands of ways when travelling, it’s all about weighing up the costs (literally) and the benefits of each method. I’ve met people as I’ve travelled who have been gone for months and spent yet a handful of cash in doing so. One guy I met hitchhiked everywhere and then would sleep in mosques and supermarkets to save money. Others have blown extraordinary amounts in a short time because that’s what they were after and it wasn’t an issue. However it’s no coincidence that they were on holiday rather than living a life of perpetual travel. The following post goes through some of the good, better, best options for saving money on travel experiences.

Accommodation:

You’re going to need a bed wherever you end up and of course there are varying options available to you.

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Good: Hotels

Offering clean rooms and facilities, as well as a certain level of class, hotels are far more suited to middle aged and older travellers, or people travelling with families. Price varies on the quality where you can spend $30 for a night or $3000, all dependant on where you are and the type of room you seek. You receive a level of cleanliness, service and privacy that you just won’t get in the other accommodation options.

Resources: booking.com, kayak.com

Better: Hostels

Probably the most common option for young people travelling today. A shared dormitory with anywhere between 4 and 24 beds (and more in some rare cases), shared kitchen and bathroom facilities and one hell of a good place to meet other travellers and wonderful people. A distinct lack of privacy but at an affordable price. Shared kitchens also provide you with alternative ways of saving money and a great source of budget beating ideas. There are certain unique hostels you can stay in such as a docked boat or even a retired 747 jumbo jet, both located in Stockholm.

Resources: hostelworld.com, hostelbookers.com

Best: Couchsurfing, Camping

Be it friends, family or having been organised through a forum, there is no cheaper form of accommodation than someone who will let you stay for free. I personally always feel compelled to show my gratitude in some way, shape or form but the monetary value for this is always zilch. Plus you get the chance to see hidden sides of a place that you wouldn’t venture to in just a visiting capacity. Another great option is wilderness or urban camping. Initial outlay for a tent and kit can be a bit more pricey but allows you a bit more flexibility in where you can stay!

Resources: couchsurfing.com, friends and family

 

Transport

Travel isn’t travel if you stay in one spot the whole time. At one stage or another you’re going to have to get up and move to the next place. Fortunately, there are a multitude of options available to you. I find transport is the one where you can save the real big bucks, it just often involves being a touch more creative and thorough with how you get places!

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Good: Planes, buses, trains

These methods of transport can often be the easiest and most efficient way to get places but not always the cheapest. There are a lot of places where this can be insanely cheap, particularly with budget airlines these days but if you don’t mind spending a little longer and taking to by road, there are on average, cheaper options.

Resources: Skyscanner, Momondo, Rome2Rio, thetrainline.

Better: Ridesharing

Ridesharing is kind of like organised hitchhiking, except it’s not free. Normally you chip in a little bit of money for petrol and tag along with a complete stranger, who by the end of your lengthy journey is not so strange anymore. Rarely costs you anything more than about $20, and that’s often in the more extreme cases. The only issue is that you might have to be flexible about where you’re getting to but popular routes often have several trips a day.

Resources: BlaBlaCar, people you meet

Best: Hitchhiking

And of course the best option is completely free. Hitchhiking has helped travellers get around for centuries and relies solely on the kindness of a stranger passing by to pick you up. Experienced hitchers have all manner of methods to help them get a ride and preferences they’ve developed to get them where they’re going. I’ve heard plenty of stories about people being invited back for free accommodation, meals and to swap stories with the person giving them a ride. The kindness of strangers never ceases to amaze!

Resources: Your thumb

 

Food

A man’s (and a woman’s) gotta eat! Without a doubt one of my biggest expenses is my food intake, based solely on my consumption and my laziness. I could definitely do with practicing what I preach here, but then I’d miss out on some amazing feeds!

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Good: Tourist centre restaurants

You all know the places. Really classy, gourmet food, great location and of course, really expensive for a budget backpacker. Nice to indulge in every once in a while but will kill your funds if you frequent these places.

Better: Off the grid restaurants, street food, fast food, uni centres

I’ve eaten way too much fast food since I’ve travelled. Sometimes because it’s cheap, sometimes because it’s easy and sometimes solely because it’s familiar. Those are just the meals to get by but some of the best meals I’ve had have been off the beaten path, the diners, delis and restaurants dedicated to the working class man of the cities and towns I’ve visited. Affordable and traditional, these meals are wonderful and sits you amongst the locals treating themselves after or during a hard days work. Another great choice is to find the universities in town. Many establishments near unis offer very cheap meals as they know most students are broke. A great option when looking for a well priced meal.

Resources: word of mouth, recommendations

Best: Cook yourself

Of course the cheapest method is to cook for yourself. It can be anywhere from packet soup, microwave nachos or the staple of most backpackers around the world, spaghetti and pasta sauce. My appetite has significantly diminished since I started travelling but even splurging, I can feed myself for less than €10 a day. I can guarantee most people wouldn’t eat this much. This also of course depends on the price of groceries so in cities like London and Stockholm, it’s going to be a bit more expensive than your Warsaw’s and Berlin’s.

Resources: local markets, supermarkets

 

Information

Not everyone visits a city or a country to learn about the place but then you can miss out on hidden gems, be they historical, cultural or even physical. Of course some methods are cheaper than others.

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Good: Paid tours

Sometimes paid tours yield the most amazing experiences as they are someone’s profession. We had a paid guide for ten days in Egypt and he was close to the most knowledgeable man I’ve come across. In saying that, it cost an arm and a leg for him for that time.

Better: Free tours, guidebooks

Most places you stay will suggest a free walking tour or offer pamphlets with a reasonable amount of information in regards to places worth visiting. Most free walking tours do ask for a simple donation at the conclusion of the tour and as I am rarely one to not pay that, I don’t truly consider them to be free. Many people still use guidebooks getting around places, be they Lonely Planets or something they just picked up at hotel/hostel. There are also tons of little pamphlets but again, they don’t have quite the extensive info these books have.

Resources: free handouts at tourist informations and accommodations, bookstores

Best: Your own research

With the wealth of information that the internet possess, you will not be able to gather more facts and interesting things about a place than by researching it yourself. I’ve yet to come across a place, even in the middle of nowhere that hasn’t had wifi or an internet café somewhere and you can spend hours upon hours upon hours researching. But of course, then you have to go out and piece it all together yourself.

Resources: Google!

 

Vices

Not everyone has their vices, but most people do. Coffee, alcohol and cigarettes are amongst the most common ones that pop up for travellers. Keeping these under control can maintain a far more healthy bank balance than if you go wild with them. It’s almost ironic in that I didn’t really drink beer of coffee before I travelled and yet here we are…

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Good: Indulge

Go wild. Drink, smoke and whatever else you choose to do as much as you like, I mean you’re on holiday for a reason! Deal with the repercussions when you get home.

Better: Self provided

If you’re going to have coffee, have some instant coffee from the hostel. Many hostels even offer free tea and coffee. If you’re going to have beer, buy it from the local store, load up on a few before heading out. If you’re going to smoke, which when coming from places like Australia and the UK where cigarettes are insanely expensive then pretty much anywhere is a saving. In saying that, I still know of people who buy bulk tobacco in places like Eastern Europe so they don’t have to worry about topping up again as they go.

Best: Abstain

In fairness, there aren’t many travellers who are going to throw all of their vices away. As I mentioned before, I picked some up that I didn’t have before hand. I do however know that I can give away coffee and beer in an instant if I’m running real slim on funds. I dare not think about how much money I’ve spent on beer travelling, even if it were at Bratislava prices of €1 pints as opposed to the €7 pints I’ve had in Sweden… But of course, the cheapest way to control your vices is to dispose of them!

 

I’m not saying that the best options listed above are the best options to travel. They are just the best options in being able to save money in some key areas. Of course, saving money in many of these regards does forfeit other benefits but you take it as it comes. Although the beers could definitely do with toning down…

Auschwitz

You would be forgiven for thinking it was a quaint little university town. Golden trees, beautiful clear skies, uniform brick buildings, happy smiling tourists, many of whom would have been students following their guides around, all helping to build the atmosphere that this was a place of higher learning. You would be forgiven for making that mistake if it weren’t for the barbed wire fences, the replica gallows and the knowledge that this site was home to the most horrendous atrocities in the history of mankind. On a beautiful autumn’s day I made my way to Auschwitz, for an experience that hit me harder than I ever would’ve imagined…

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We arrived into Oswiecim early in an effort to avoid the tour buses and made straight for getting inside the museum. The first thing you come across is the infamous Auschwitz main gate, “Arbeit Macht Frei”. This slogan welcomes everyone in and out of Auschwitz, roughly translating to “Work Sets You Free” which as we know for most who passed under these words was rarely the case. I snapped my only few photos here, a testament I think as to how much I was to be affected by my visit.

The first building we went inside was dedicated to the Polish resistance under the Nazi occupation and the terrors they experienced in their homeland. Photos of skeletal children, firing squad walls and some of the resistance efforts set the tone very early for what we were delving into. Already I was fighting back tears at the horrors these people experienced through no fault of their own. At one point in this exhibit is a massive room with the striped pyjamas stood up all by themselves to resemble a work squad. The sombreness and weight in just seeing this was enough but this room would soon affect me on a personal level; for in this room was a book. This book contained all the documented Poles to have been entered into Auschwitz, with only one possessing my mother’s maiden name, Kosla. Jan Kosla. My grandfather had escaped Poland during the Second World War by lying about his age to enter the army and eventually making his way to England. We know very little of his life back in Poland, apart from the town he was born in. However, my uncle’s middle name is Jan so we wonder if there is any correlation, such as a tribute to a brother who didn’t make it out. Kosla also does not seem to be that common a name in Southern Poland which I gathered after some post visit research. Nonetheless, it still got my mind wondering if I was related in anyway to this Kosla, and even if I weren’t, what it must be like for him to have gone through what he did.

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Most buildings in Auschwitz-I are occupied by exhibitions. It would take days to explore them all but there are several key exhibitions that the tours fly through. By the time we had exited this first exhibition, the masses had arrived and were heavily occupying these buildings. These exhibitions varied building to building and I found at least one thing in each building that hit me incredibly hard. The famous rooms full of shoes, or the thousands of locks of hair stunning me into submission. I could do nothing but find a wall to lean against, holding back the tears at the thought that these were the last remnants of hundreds of thousands of people mercilessly executed. You can’t even fathom how many people that is. Every person who visited Auschwitz that day (and there were a hell of a lot of them) could’ve dropped dead instantly around me and it still wouldn’t have come close to the total number of people murdered there.

Another corridor shows some of the living quarters and the cells where prisoners were held. The walls adorned with photos of the men and women held captive here. It is easy to take it all in as one and keep moving down the hallway, but far more difficult to look each one in the eye, imagine what they went through and then move onto the next. Utterly harrowing.

The exhibition that finally caused me to shed a tear however was just a single wall, dedicated to some of the children of Auschwitz. It showed the standard three photos of Auschwitz prisoners but had some added details beneath them. These started with the name, the date of birth, the date of admission and finally what the future held for them. Looking at this wall, with probably 60 or so children adorning it, two were confirmed survivors of Auschwitz, with several others unknown but doubtful. Two. A sole two combined confirmations. Eight, thirteen, fifteen, age didn’t matter in this hell hole, each was subjected to their own nightmares in this place. Some didn’t last two months, others lasted several years, with one of the saddest cases being a young lad who died about two months before Auschwitz was liberated. To have endured such pain and suffering for so long and to die so close to rescue was heart wrenching.

We soon were to catch a shuttle bus to Camp II – Birkenau which became the main extermination camp, a killing camp boasting that notorious Nazi efficiency. This place fit my preconception of what a concentration camp should be, rather than confusing me the way Camp I had. A massive wide space, tall barbed wire fences, the infamous entrance and train tracks, barracks looking like barns; this I could imagine as a Hell on earth. Many buildings had been burnt with the Nazis trying to erase as much evidence as possible upon their surrender in the war but several of the wooden and brick barracks had survived. All four of the crematoriums here had been destroyed, with their foundations and rubble the only things to have survived. An international monument and plaques in more languages than I could count standing tall in testament to those who had been killed here.

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Now I want you to try and do something I’ve been doing constantly throughout the last week. Picture the room you’re in at the moment filled with ten faceless (faceless in the fact that they resemble no one to you, just a random person) corpses. It’s horrific. Now try 50. And then 100. It’s pretty tough to even imagine this many bodies. Now try scaling that to tens of and hundreds of thousands, all slaughtered in the ruins lain before me. It is unfathomable. 1.5 million Jews were murdered in this place. 1.5 million… Many would’ve been murdered on a beautiful autumn day such as this day, clear blue skies, golden leaves, a day most would be outside enjoying. Standing here I watched tours off in the distance, marching along behind their tour guides. It didn’t take much to imagine these tourists as men and women who lived and worked and died at the camp. All you needed was to transpose the striped uniforms and you had your prisoners.

My visit to Auschwitz has so far stayed with me throughout the rest of the places I’ve visited in Poland. I still just struggle to comprehend how truly horrific an event and a place this was. I’ve been watching films, doing extra research and just thinking about it daily since I left and I think definitely contributes to my more sombre mindset over the last week. After my initial photos, I didn’t pull out my camera again, which is quite a big deal for me. I wanted to immerse myself as much as possible in this experience, committing it to memory rather than to photographs and to pay attention and respect to all those that had suffered here. We boarded the bus and said goodbye to this site of monstrosity, I know myself having changed forever because of it…
 

Doing Auschwitz on the cheap!

Now I do have some quick recommendations if you are to visit Auschwitz which I strongly recommend doing if you’re up for it. Most places in Krakow will offer you a tour there for around 110 polish zlotys ($40 AUD) and is a pretty full day. The tours will race you through most of the exhibits and not give you enough time to let much of it settle in. You can gain entry at 8am (leaving Krakow at 630am) having reserved a ticket online or being fortunate enough to pick one up before the tours arrive (like we did) that will allow you to wander around the museum freely. These tickets cost absolutely nothing as it is a museum. However, during peak season if you arrive after 10am, you will only gain admission through a tour. You can pick up a guidebook past the entrance for 5 zloty as well as gain information from the plethora of guides rolling through. So compared to the 110 zloty we would’ve paid for a tour there, we spent 40 ($14.30 AUD), 28 for a return bus ticket, 5 for the guide plus 7 on a magnificent zapiekanka, the polish sub of cheese, mushrooms and garlic sauce. So you manage to get in before the crowds, save money, aren’t herded around like cattle in a tour, take your time and are able to actually appreciate the place. Definitely sounds like a win for me!

12 Signs You’ve Been Travelling Too Long

Travel is a wonderful thing that is recognised by many in today’s age. The role of the nomadic and perpetual traveller is also growing stronger and stronger as the internet and technology make travel cheaper and easier and allow travellers to earn an income from anywhere in the world. There are some signs that do pop up in every day life that show you’ve been travelling for too long, signs that were not present in your normal life beforehand.

1. Google Chrome automatically offers to translate Facebook

Facebook is a wonderful tool to maintain social contacts, hear about current (and slightly obscure) news and to fill with travel blogs. However, as you travel and as your friend list grows you find more and more languages filling your news feed. I struggle to sign into Facebook (through the web browser so I don’t need to use Messenger 😉 ) without Google Chrome prompting if I would like the page translated from Indonesian or German or Swedish or any other myriad languages of the friends I have met around the world.

2. When you get a room to yourself and your stuff just goes everywhere

It is rare to find a traveller these days who doesn’t frequent youth hostels at some stage. Not only are they cheap sources of accommodation but without a doubt the best thing about hostels is the opportunity to meet other travellers from all over the world. However the one thing you do lack in a hostel is personal space and a room to yourself. When you do finally manage to get a room to yourself, be it a hotel or a family or friend’s guest room, you find that your stuff just explodes out of your pack as you have no real need to maintain it neatly and tidily for the duration of your stay. Living out of a backpack causes you to rarely have any space for your belongings so when you finally get one, you make a statement and spread it everywhere!

3. You can sleep anywhere or through anything

Train stations, airports, buses: these are all places that you’ve spent a night in in order to skimp on accommodation costs or just to catch up on some much needed sleep. You’re an expert at picking the secluded spots where no one is going to interrupt you and are so accustomed to other hostel guests coming in at stupid o’clock that you hardly even fidget throughout the night.

4. Booking a trip or the next destination takes no time at all

When you’ve been travelling for a while, you can plan a new trip in a matter of minutes. Whether it’s a road, domestic or international trip, you have a set routine that can get you there and at least get you started which is hassle free and often involves minimal planning because as you know…

5. Some of the best experiences come as a complete surprise

You know now that as you travel, opportunities are going to pop up and come at you from out of nowhere. If you have too rigidly set a plan, you’ll find that some things may disappoint you, especially if you miss out on a spontaneous adventure you were offered but refused in order to get there. I try to be as flexible as possible when I travel because it just leaves you with so many more opportunities.

6. Every conversation you have always come back to travelling

Any time you meet someone new, whether it is in a hostel or a local, you find yourself eventually comparing travels. Whether or not they’ve travelled much, because it has become such a big part of your life, you find yourself talking about it all too frequently. Your anecdotal stories of “when I was in…” also make very frequent appearances throughout your social interactions.

7. Tours and guidebooks don’t do it for you

Sure, you might get recommendations on things to do but you know that you have to explore to find the true beauty of a new place. The Lonely Planet might offer you an affordable 5 star meal but in your eyes, it doesn’t compare to the street carts or tiny delis that the locals eat at, where you truly experience how it feels to live there. You will fight tooth and nail to avoid a tour, only giving in when it is the only realistic way to see that must see site.

8. No bed is ever as comfortable as your bed

As a traveller, you will sleep in more beds than a lady of the night in Amsterdam and learn that no matter how nice or comfortable, or how much you’ve paid for it, no bed will ever compare to your own bed. It will be an ideal you will hold in your mind and the things you would do for just one night in it are unspeakable; the holy grail for the day you finally decide to call it quits.

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9. You don’t understand the people in rush hour

You’re about as carefree as it comes; even if you don’t have a place to sleep, you don’t mind because you know it will all come good somehow. Whenever you’re in a city and see those people rushing off to work a 9-5, you struggle to understand why. Why doesn’t everyone just do what you do, bumming around the world, drinking beer, meeting people and having the time of their lives? You just sit there, with your backpack and no hurry to get anywhere, just watching as they pile in and out of whichever bit of public transport you are on and racing away to sit at a desk all day.

10. You speak the wrong language nearly everywhere you go

This isn’t always because you don’t know the language but just that you spent so long trying to learn the last one that you’re speaking Spanish in France and Arabic in Bulgaria. Even though they’re small and not difficult to remember phrases, you find yourself developing habits and all your hard work trying to learn the new language comes undone!

11. You always keep extending your trip

At first, “it was only a year” and then you would head home and start looking to follow a normal, responsible life. And then it was “only another 18 months while I go visit here” and “oh, just another year from here and I’ll be home for good.” Your friends and family have started giving up any hope of ever seeing you again because it is impossible to commit to heading back.

12. The more places you’ve visited, the more places you would like to visit

As you travel, you hear more stories of amazing places other people have been and subconsciously add them to places you will visit one day. You don’t know when you get there but you know there will be some amazing places popping up before and after it, with your list constantly growing bigger and bigger with every new place you’ve visited. And that’s not even including the places you want to go back to!

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Ah, the joys of travel. Do you associate yourself with any of these? Do you have any of your own? I’d love to discuss your additions so leave a comment below and carry on travelling!