It is hard to squash the need for adventure. The feeling of escaping and jumping into new cultures. Very few things will keep me off a plane and away from new lands.
The one thing that I will always make an exception for is the health of those I care about.
Because of this, I will be heading home prematurely from this European adventure and back to Tasmania. What happens next is undecided.
It is difficult to turn away from finally visiting Russia which has always been a hugely fascinating and intriguing destination. But this is more important. Russia will wait – and at least I get to keep the gnarly looking visa in my passport.
The trip, although now shortened, has been a wonderous adventure. Beginning with nearly three weeks in Switzerland eating indulgent fondue, admiring impossibly tall mountains, and meeting the most generous people. Switzerland proved to me that it is possible for public transport to always run on time, and this was amazing.
After this I was thrown into my first experience of solo travel. If you can remember, I was absolutely sh*tting myself about it. But it turned out to be a good for growth and I proved to myself that I could do it. Experiencing my first snowstorm in Sweden, catching up with friends in Copenhagen, and looking starry-eyed at the fairytale castle Neuschwanstein were all highlights.
Then back to my all-time favourite city: London. I wandered the streets, visited the best galleries and sensed the ever-lasting traditions. Then it was up to beautiful York and Lincoln to see a new part of the UK. In Lincoln I ate an incredible Christmas lunch and had my first cold-weather Christmas – a fantastic experience! A shout out to the Royal Oak Scopwick for being a great English pub.
As I write this I am hurtling towards London Kings X on a well kept Hull Train trying to keep my eyes open after an early start. After that it’s Heathrow and home. See you soon Australia and hope Falls Festival Marion Bay prepares itself because I am ready for a drink and boogie.