Today is my three year travel-versary. On February 4th 2011, I left Dublin with my two friends, almost bursting with excitement at what was to come.
At the time, it was meant to be a four month trip. Three years later, I’m still on my journey, and the years have flown by.
Looking back on three years of travel, it is hard to remember even half of the wonderful moments that took place, or all of the many disasters which now make me laugh.
I’ll start with the disasters. There was the time all three of our bags were stolen as we frolicked in the sea at Kho Phangan, or the time we had to stay awake all night on a bus to Chiang Mai, as the staff kept crawling up the aisles, trying to open bags. Or the time our bus drove off and left us at a toilet stop in Cambodia.
There was the worst hangover of my life while on a boat in Halong Bay, or when I jumped into a pile of broken glass and had to go to the medical centre in Thailand. Or the time we slept in a car after driving to see where Home and Away is filmed, and woke to find ourselves in the middle of a scene, with two cast members pointing and laughing at us!
Jobs on the Road
I have worked as a hostel cleaner, a strawberry seller, a Rugby World Cup staff member, a mystery shopper, a door-to-door salesperson, a milkman, and distributed flyers for a massage place. I worked in an orphanage in Vietnam and taught English in Cambodia.
Three Years of Nomadic Highlights
In three years there have been countless hours spent on planes, trains, boats, buses, mini-buses, tuk-tuks, trucks, rickshaws and bikes. I have climbed waterfalls, hiked through jungles and jumped out of a plane. I attempted a night climb in Tonsai, lay with tigers, got mauled by one, got a bamboo tattoo, sipped a few special shakes on the beaches of Gili Trawangan, and learned to surf in New Zealand.
I met the most friendly people in Auckland, and experienced the closeness that comes from sharing a dorm room with a fellow travellers who became like family. I fell in love with the city of Phnom Penh, thanks to its people and its haunting history.
I have learned that the love I have always had for travelling is something that is only getting stronger every day. I now know that nothing makes me happier than being somewhere new, and being free to explore with my camera and notebook.
And on the anniversary of my longest travelling stint, I am only mere weeks away from reuniting with my backpack after over a year of Aussie life, and heading back to Asia.
I can’t wait!
I can’t wait!