So here’s the truth. I’m getting kinda sick of the sanitised version of travel we see promoted everywhere these days. Gorgeous gals in high heels and straw hats perched precariously on the edge of an infinity pool in Mauritius or the Maldives or some other tropical island with a name that sounds like a dessert.
What you don’t see in those pictures is the sunburn the model ends up sporting after spending hours perfecting her pose just so. Or the storm clouds behind the photographer that are about to roll in and spoil the shot.
Or the frustratingly loud, obnoxious family with three kids who love nothing more than dive-bombing into the pool and creating an exclusion zone around themselves.
Or the tumble the model is about to take when she wobbles her pretty, pert bum just a few inches too close to the pool’s edge.
Travel is no picnic. Out of thousands of holiday snaps, we pick our favourite dozen to reveal on our social media channels, removed of any context and positioned just so that it looks like every day is heaven, like you haven’t got a back plastered in mosquito bites, or just taken your 15th trip to the bathroom that day, or been hit over the head with jet lag.
So I say enough. This blog is calling for a travel revolution. To reclaim travel as the genuine, unfiltered pain-in-the-arse that it truly is. These are my raw travel stories, filled with the good, the bad, and the ugly.
Don’t get me wrong. Travel is my one true love in life. And you’ll find plenty of travel stories here that highlight why travel is amazing for the mind and the body, in the way it daily encourages you to practice mindfulness, walk miles a day, connect with those around you, build confidence in yourself and trust in others.
But it can also be draining. And lonely. And challenging. It can mess with your immune system and truly fuck with your mental state.
If you’ve got any question, whether it’s about your upcoming travels, a collaboration opportunity, blog contributions and anything else, please hit me up at email@example.com.