Travelling is a rewarding way to invest time.
It is one of the few activities in life where boundless new experiences, insights, memories and friendships are available to those who simply show up with an open mind.
I was 19 years old when I first grabbed a backpack and set off to explore the world.
The “postcard” sites I had observed in hundreds of holiday photos were mostly as expected, though often smaller and surrounded by scaffolding!
However no photo could hope the capture the majesty of the Nærøyfjord, the taste of “wow” served up at Shang Palace, or the major pucker factor experienced approaching Stowe corner behind the wheel of a racing car travelling at over 200km/h!
A love of travelling has been one of the few constants throughout my adult life.
I went, in a picture
This map charts the countries I have visited and all those yet to explore.
I went, by the numbers
My travelling adventures have become less frequent and closer to home since having kids.
Their shorter legs, fussier diets, and school holiday constraints have led me to choosing an easy life of “bucket and spade” beach holidays in familiar places over more exotic far away locales.