I have been a traveller since I was born. Before I started school i already knew all the European countries and their capital cities and I indulged in showing of my knowledge as much as in further learning about the world. So much did I obsess over travelling that as a teenager I would go into travel agencies to pick up brochures for leisure reading.
Age 16 I left school and started working part time with my grandfather mainly planting trees, and when I received my first pay packet I took a train from London to Brussels. I was quite nervous to be honest, even though now when I think of Belgium it does not feel like somewhere far. I was 16 and I arrived at Kings Cross st Pancras station very early feeling very excited but still quite nervous. It was a Friday night and I came back the following Sunday evening.
I turned up in Brussels without anywhere to stay and I made a stupid English mistake straight away: I walked out of the train station checking for traffic on the wrong side of the road. The driver that nearly ran me over slammed on his brakes and shouted at me in what I guess was the French language. Welcome to Belgium!! When I finally found a cheap hotel in the centre, I suddenly felt less nervous and more comfortable. The following two days I progressively felt more relaxed, I was fascinated by the different places and different foods, but what caught my attention the most, was the difference in the people.
Since then, I started travelling regularly, seeking inspiration from other people, other places, other ways of living. Since then, I have made it to 73 different countries and taken up landscape photography, and I am only just getting started.