Just days before I reach the grand age of 23, I wanted to keep a log of my travels, a memoir, something to look back on to remember them. These memories leave our minds so easily that I wanted to be able to hold on to them and pass them on to others. So here it begins, capture me in my holidaying heyday...
I guess I was destined to love travel after spending nine months in the womb of my mother, a BA stewardess who was travelling the world up until only a couple of weeks before my birth.
I therefore blame her for my constant itch to get away and explore new lands. There's just something about being abroad, the unfamiliarity, that excitement of something new, the smell, the tastes, the people, the fact that you don't know what's around the next corner. You are away from all normality, all worries, all troubles, everything is left behind as soon as you get on that plane. A new temporary life begins...
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