This is gonna be brief as my first blog entry on my travel blog “Highway to the Eurozone”. Hilariously punny and at the same time, awful.
Some of you who know me personally will know of my love for the idea of travelling. I say the idea, because I haven’t had the opportunity to travel over a long period of time so this is all new to me.
My interest came from hearing friends on Facebook updating us all on their travels a few years ago. My envy was strong, my budget was non-existent, so I left it. After second of year of university I was desperate to travel and found myself with enough of my student loan left that I could’ve went, but I had no one to go with. Then last year, my plans to travel with friends was scuppered by my friend having a child with his girlfriend, with their son due in July 2016. If it wasn’t for that incident and another friend applying for Camp America, I may have already went and had a different experience to the one I will soon experience. In many ways, my two friends’ decisions which I was gutted about at the time, have made things better for me.
To quote the greatest lyricist of our time, Jason Derulo, “Solo, I’m riding solo, I’m riding solo, I’m riding solo solo”.
After years of co-dependency on my friends, I bit the bullet. I was inspired to make this decision from when I worked with Sahara Force India Formula 1 team in Monza last year. With prices for hotels sky-high during the Grand Prix weekend, I opted for a hostel in nearby Milan. It was the first flight that I had taken by myself without meeting someone on the other side. It was originally an absolute nightmare: I had a delayed flight after getting all the way to Edinburgh from my hometown of Greenock (that is a train and a walk and a bus away or approximately two hours drive). Then, due to my late flight and a mix-up with what train I was supposed to get, I didn’t get into Milan city centre until 10.30pm. Then the fun really started as I dragged about a suitcase in 28 degrees heat with humidity through the roof, trying to find my hostel. It should have taken me 20 minutes, but it ended up taking 45 minutes.
But once I was there, my roommates at the hostel were really cool and I still keep in touch with a few of them today. I was leaving at the same time as one of my friends, Serge, who drove from his home in Harlem, Netherlands. He spoke about where he was planning to visit on his trip home. I was really tempted to join him and cancel my flight, but due to other commitments I didn’t ask. The envy came back in that moment and I knew I had to do something then.
That leads us to here. I’m using this as an opportunity to meet new people, to allow myself to do what I want to do without compromise. I will update daily on my experience and maybe add a few extra bits if necessary. I’m furiously typing out this post just before my flight gets called, so I’m a little rushed.
If you’re wondering where I am going first, it’s Berlin.