My first memories of â€˜travellingâ€™ were the early morning starts in Terminal 2 waiting to board our flight to visit family in England. My parentâ€™s memory of travelling was a jet lagged 3 year old playing 22 hours worth of video games and then hearing about it for the next week. Since then, now aged 22 my idea of travelling has been expanded to sourcing the best landscapes, being introduced to the locals lifestyle with jetlag lying somewhere in between.
My First Memories of ‘Travelling’
Unlike my first independent trip to Europe in 2012 (which was fuelled by late nights with close friends), my recent trip was spent roaming around the outskirts of Europe, unlike the central circuit I travelled 2 years prior. The trips foundations were built on big landscapes, far away from the traps in Central Europe. The UK was filled of history, Norway was full with waterfalls and Iceland was a near representation of Mars. It wasnâ€™t just the landscapes the completed the trip, it was the random acts of kindness shared with the locals along the way.
We knew Mark and I spending two months living in a tent would be mentally straining on each other and there was no way around it, until we began to link up with other creativeâ€™s along the way who would take us into their homes, sharing both hidden spots and giving us a local insight into the country. There was Christian in Ireland who not only believed in drinking a Guinness before hiking a nearby mountain but went out of his way to sort us out some locals equipment to ride waves in the Irish sea. In Norway we had Digernes who insisted to give us the proper â€˜Norski Treatmentâ€™. Our time spent with him led us to all sorts of hidden gems, including waterfalls, mountains and caves to name a few. There were so many people who I canâ€™t thank enough who gave us an insiderâ€™s knowledge, and I canâ€™t wait to return the opportunity.
– Thank you!