If there is any one thing I really love doing more than any other, it would be
travelling. I've always had my sights set on faraway lands, and it has been the subject of many
dreams of mine to be exploring in a distant country or relaxing on a South Pacific beach.
Indeed, from an early age my dreams had been filled with neverending stores
inspired by the pages of the Hardy Boys, Tom Swift, Biggles, Enid Blyton and countless other
stories of fantasy and adventure in remote niches of the world.
Thor Heyerdahl, the infamous explorer
who gained his notoriety from the voyage of the Kon-Tiki, proved especially encouraging to my
imagination. My father was enthralled with the Kon-Tiki expedition, and Thor Heyerdahl's adventures in general.
One can only imagine a youngster's imagination running wild upon first gazing upon a foot-long model
of the Kon-Tiki, and hearing of the adventures it's crew faced in the South Pacific. Naturally I came to
admire this explorer and longed to follow in his footsteps.
But it seems that in the course of our lives there comes a day when these ideologies
slip away from us, replaced with concerns of work, schedules and appointments, family and the many
other impositions of everyday life. It's only late at night, when you hover in the state between asleep and
awake that the memories creep back on you, and incite you with their spirit of divine discontent and
longing.
And with time, this longing grows, until you find it within your being (as so often
unconscious emotion provokes) to bring yourself to travel, and you find that your sojourn recalls
the memories; the boyhood enthusiasm filled with emotion and zest that you had forgotten so long
ago, and it all comes rushing back to you.
This is the motivation that drives my adventurous spirit. And so, when circumstances
permit, I find it within myself to fufill this restless calling and set sail for a distant shore. And as
I do, I will update this page with details of my adventures abroad.
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