People often ask me why and more frequently how I travel so much.
In all honesty, there is no real specific answer about the reasons why I find travel so addictive but I do want to express that I am certainly not rich and that travel is often part of my occupation. But whilst I am fortunate in that I can travel more than most I do want to try and explain why, after all these years, I am still addicted.
I began traveling back in 1995, and since then I have always tried to go away to a new country at least twice a year. It does not matter to me if the country is on the other side of the world or just next door. It is the sheer exhilaration of seeing a new part of the world that still excites me to this very day.
I have always felt that secluding ourselves to our own corner of the world does not allow us to see the world in all the glory that it is. We are only on this planet for a very short amount of time, and I feel it is a shame not to use the time we have in order to see places that were here thousands of years before and will be here thousands of years after we have long gone.
Europe was my first real traveling experience, visiting Portugal frequently as a child did give me an insight into Mediterranean life and Spain is obviously still very popular with British tourists. But I soon grew tired of the same beach holidays and wanted to branch out more. Germany, France and Switzerland soon followed and when the gates of Eastern Europe opened I felt like one thousand Christmas Days had all arrived at once.
Since those days, I have been fortunate to travel to Canada, America, South America, Africa, Asia, The Far East and Australia. These experiences are far too many to mention but all I can say is that traveling, no matter where the destination, is simply what you make it be. I have seen things that have changed my life and I have also witnessed things I would never want to see again.
The stays in the five star hotels in complete luxury to sleeping on a rooftop in Morocco with Australian backpackers under the stars as we had all ran out money, it is all part of the sheer exhilaration of traveling. From the BBQs in the Australian Outback to the Carnivals of South America, all have been wonderful and life changing experiences.
Yet whilst the memory of these wonderful times remain the everlasting memory of my travels were the people whom I have met along the way. All of us united in one place for our own personal reasons. No matter if we were searching for something inside, longing to visit a place that held a certain memory or just trying to know more about this world we live in. These people briefly entered my life as we were united in one place, yet to this day they are never forgotten.
New adventures now await and new people to share these with. It is not just the place but also those you travel with that make life so much fun.
The more we explore this world with others, the more friends we make the better people we all become.
