A Travellers Life

Long haul flights. Sleeping in airports. Cramped bus & train journeys up and down European countries. The constant smell of dirty clothes in your bags. £3 meal deals from Tesco. Lumpy hostel beds with no privacy to have a good wank. These are just some of the aspects of always being on the road. But the funny thing is, I love it and will probably keep doing it until the “computer says no!” or I get hit by a bus and die. You see, every time I return home from another adventure, I think to myself, “alright Dave, time to slow down and settle for a bit.” which is all well and but then, a few days later, my mind begins to wander and think about the next escape.

Recently, I met a German backpacker who had been on the road for three solid years, scratching together money where and when he could from odd jobs to keep him moving. His back pack was absolutely smothered in patches of flags from all the countries he’d lived in at various points along the way. Another guy I met in Newcastle (Australia) back in 2016 had been busking his way from Darwin and down along the eastern seaboard to one day, return home to Adelaide. He, like the German lad, was a very calm and relaxed soul. Very much at peace with himself and barely a care in the world. This, is living!

Adventures are what life is all about. I love that feeling in life as if you are swimming at the beach and you venture out just enough so as your feet are no longer touching the bottom. It feels a little bit dangerous because you could so quickly be caught in a rip and swept out to the ocean in a heartbeat. That’s how life should be lived at all times. On the edge!

When my flight home struck engine problems the other night and the pilot had to turn us back, I felt an exciting sense of danger as the rest of the plane fell silent with anxiety. I mean, if I was going to go then why not crashing into the Indian Ocean? It would be a quick and easy death and I’d die doing what I love most. I’ve had a gun pulled on me in LA, been mugged at knife point in France and experienced other moments on the road where I feared for my safety but that’s part of the adventure. And, it gives you some cracking yarns to share over drinks or at BBQ’s with friends.

So why not pack your bags and head off on an adventure? I mean, what on earth is holding you back?

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Born and raised in Sydney. Well travelled. I have a deep love for live theatre, music and the arts. Ohh, I may also have a deep love for Liverpool Football Club!

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