It’s the call of a siren – intoxicating and irresistible. I’ve heard it, loud and clear, since my early teens. I’ve felt it deep inside me for as long as I can remember. The yearning to see places I’ve only ever heard about. The need to explore the wonders this beautiful planet has to offer. It’s constant and ever present. And the more you answer the call, the louder it rings…
The distance keeps calling me.
I saw this sentence tattooed on a fellow traveller around ten years ago while losing myself in the beauty of the Portuguese Algarve Coast – and it’s stuck with me ever since. Nothing had ever felt truer.
When I was 13 years old I ended up on a language course holiday on the English coast by chance, without realising nothing would ever be the same.
Could I have known that the wind blowing through my hair on those beautiful chalk cliffs would carry the siren call that would change my whole life trajectory?
Probably not.
But it’s a beautiful poison I will happily consume for all my years in this world.
Unwilling to resist, I followed the call eagerly. As a young adult, I moved cities and countries regularly. But Europe soon wasn’t enough anymore.
Distant shores cried out for me, and who was I to refuse? Whenever I could, you would find me in a car, on a train or up in the clouds, heart full and eyes wide open as I eagerly anticipated taking in more and more of the beauty of other countries, soaking up foreign cultures and consequentially felt richer and more fulfilled than I could’ve imagined.
What started with the enchanting mix of skyscrapers and historical architecture in London, blossomed as I marvelled at the glistening Scottish lochs after my first summit, and grew infinitely at feeling the magic of African sunsets and awe of experiencing wild animals in their natural habitat.
Although it still feels like I’ve barely scratched the surface, following that call has led me across six continents thus far. Thanks to it I have met some of my favourite people on this planet and most certainly collected my favourite memories.
Solo trips, adventures with my husband, group trips with friends and people that grew to be just that afterwards – I’m here for it all. White beaches and turquoise waters, dense forests, snowy caps, red deserts, or mountain peaks – I’m here for it all.
And still, with every journey, I discover there’s always more:
From the dead trees of Namibia to Northern Lights in Lapland and volcanoes in Iceland.
From bumping into grizzlies in the Canadian Rockies to standing knee-deep in two metres of snow at the Grand Canyon, marvelling at the magic of the Peruvian Sacred Valley or sipping Caipirinhas on a boat along the Brazilian coast.
I’ve read in a hammock on a private island in Vietnam’s Ha Long Bay, snorkelled with sharks in the paradise that is Fiji, and explored the wonders of Aotearoa.
The memories we collect and lessons we learn while living in different cultures are infinite.
On this blog, I’ll relive some of the adventures I’ve been lucky enough to experience and share stories from the corners of the world that have captured my heart.
As the planner of all these journeys, I’ll also share tips, tricks, and maybe even itineraries to help you craft your own adventures — without needing weeks of planning.
If that sounds like your kind of journey, then come along.
The distance keeps calling me.
Let’s see where it takes us next!
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