It’s a funny thing, the prospect of travelling. So many people in my life have gone off on various trips that it becomes easy to forget how fortunate we are, that we have the means and the opportunities to go anywhere in the world.
Your own adventure is something that you will dream up for months on end until suddenly the day arrives, your day. Saturday 14th November was our day and I’m still not sure when it will sink in.
At home in drizzly England I would spend countless hours stalking the blogs and Instagrams of other adventurers, lusting over their swimwear shots and never ending sunshine. Are they really that happy? Is it really that hot there? Probably. If not I’d just have to find out for myself!