Making dreams come true

A thought came to my mind.

What if I could make all my dreams come true?

What if it wasn’t about the money I earned? What if it wasn’t about the career or the success I achieved? What if it wasn’t about all the material possessions I gathered?

The truth is, all material possessions you have or you want to have will turn into dust and disappear one day.

What if you didn’t need all of it? What if the only thing you need is to be connected with your self?

It might sound strange to some people, but that’s it, that’s where the magic lies. Within you. That is, where you find your answers and solutions. We all have the potential within us.

So I ask myself. What if the only person stopping me to do everything I ever wanted, was I?

How many times in life you’ve stopped and asked yourself, is this really what I want? How many times have you listened to yourself and bravely followed your heart and your guts, your intuition, instead of thinking about what other people will think or say if you do this or that?

People’s opinions can define you and your life, if you let it.

Hmm. What if the only thing I’d need, is to believe in myself and have trust in life? Now some of you will think “but life will always happen, it’s not just having the trust or being all optimistic”. Of course it’s not. We cannot change the future. But we can change this moment, the only moment we’re living.

Life, it goes in circles. There will always be ups after downs, downs after ups. But everything that happens will take you forward. Every downfall will teach you a new lesson and it will push you forward, out from your comfort zone, meanwhile breaking all your limits. Actually, you realize that there is no such thing as a permanent, unbreakable limit. The limits are flexible and they move and change as you move forward in life and grow. So they move when you move.

What if I could do all the things I’ve always wanted to do? What if everything I needed to do was to embrace the unlimited potential within me and start making the difference towards a life that suits me better, the life I wish to be living? Towards the person I wish to be.

What if I would, for once, be honest to myself and let the illusion of control go.

That’s a big sentence and that’s something to think about. How many things that are not serving your best anymore, are you actually holding on to, just for the sake of comfort? What would happen if you’d let it go?

Whatever happens in life and whenever (in the end) we pass away, is not in our hands. It’s life’s circle and the end will come to us all, one day, one way or another. There’s no way denying. So there’s also no room for “I’ll do it later, one day” type of thinking. If you want something, you gotta make it happen.

What if I would accept the facts, accept that life will always happen, no matter where we were or what we were doing. Just let it all go, set ourselves free and live every moment as we wished. Be conscious for your choices, as you know, life is full of choices and it will be what you make of it.

Life is exactly what you make of it and how you take it. It’s all about the attitude.

You gotta stay positive, you gotta believe in yourself, whatever you did. Believe in your mission and the progress. Just keep on going forward.

This what I’m writing about, is all from an inspiring thought stream that started flowing in my mind when practicing yoga. It happened when I finally managed to slowly and steadily lead my body to a headstand. There I was. Breathing deeply, trusting my body and my balance. Trusting the ground under me and that I could do this position if I just gave myself a chance and, most importantly, be patient with the progress.

So that’s when I started thinking, what exactly are all the things I’ve always wanted to achieve? And so I ended up here, writing about it. I wanted to make it something to get grip on, you know. Something I can look at, not just a thought, but an idea, a dream. A goal. (This is what I courage you to do as well; write all the things down you’ve always wanted to do, it doesn’t matter what it is, whether it’s a trip or a course to attend, a new skill to learn or an ongoing process you want to finish but for some reason you just haven’t [like me with my paintings]. And then, you can look at the list and start making the difference! Just remember, it all starts from you.)

So this moment right here, is the moment you’ve waited for.

The only things you need are a pen and a paper, some faith both in yourself and life’s endless opportunities. Be open. Don’t close the doors just because you don’t believe it’s possible to achieve something. You need to know that everything is possible. There’s a saying that goes like this: “It’s not money you need to have to travel – it’s courage.”

So, I guess it’s me first. I’ve always dreamed of…

#1 – Attend a yoga festival somewhere in the world. There’s a nice one in Costa Rica and it’s called Envision Festival. So I shall try my best to end up there.

#2 – Go skydiving in New Zealand. Easy, that’ll happen for 100 % certainty.

#3 – Walk through a (big) country. I will do it, one day. No matter how crazy my mum tells me I am.

#4 – Go volunteering in South America. Yep. I feel an urge, a deep need within me to go and help people who are in need. So that’s what I’ll do.

#5 – Learn gardening, grow your own food. That’s an ambitious goal, I’d love to grow at least some of the food I eat, all the fresh ingredients, potatoes, herbs, vegetables… 🙂 Yammy for my tummy!

#6 – Attend a massaging course. I want to learn about the acupuncture points and just holistically know how body works and how to heal it. And then I could help the people around me. My body is my temple!

#7 – Trek to the mountains, set up a tent there and watch the sun set and rise. Nothing more peaceful and beautiful.

#8 – Hitchhike through Europe. Fun, fun, fuuun! Gotta do that. Imagine those stories afterwards…

#9 – Travel around the world without flying. Yep, it’s possible! Gotta just see some trouble, but it sure is possible!

#10 – Having my own hippie van and driving the west coast of North America. (And why not go down South as well!) Also, the hippie van shall stay with me for the rest of my life and for the rest of my travels as well. That’ll be my home on the road.

 #11 – Live in Hawaii for a while 🙂 Maybe go there as an exchange student, or something. Or just casually go pick some pineapples, haha!

#12 – Travel by the Trans Siberian Railway, all across Russia, Mongolia and then China. That’s relatively easy, not even too expensive either.

#13 – Get a TEFL English teaching certificate and teach English meanwhile traveling. That’ll happen in a near future.

#14 – Learn how to surf! Or at least stay on the board and wave it away!

Byron Bay, Australia.

#15 – Beat my fear and go diving (in Indonesia, please). Yep. To beat your fears is what you gotta do, and I ain’t gonna let my emotions to stop me from doing something that incredible. I went snorkeling in those waters… I couldn’t believe in my eyes. Crystal clear water, hundreds of fish, different colors, corals, manta rays, turtles,… and the list goes on. Wonder what could’ve been waiting for us in the depths of the beautiful blue sea.

Halong Bay, Vietnam.

#16 – Learn how to speak Indonesian, Nepali and Quechua (fading Inca-language). Yes, you heard me. Why not!

#17 – Be fluent in Spanish. Sí!

#18 – Travel to Iceland during the summer and go camping there. One day.

Vik, Iceland.

#19 – Go to the northern parts of Canada and/or to Greenland. The nature there…

#20 – Make all these come true. 😉 Well, this was obvious.

Now, I know these might sound like a crazy business for you guys, but these are actually the things I want to do and achieve, one day. Baby steps, I’m telling myself! Some people want to have a house, a baby, a husband and a dog, I want to explore and live fully on the road. And maybe then, one day when I find a place to settle down I will do it. But not in a long long time. I am made for traveling and if I couldn’t travel, something would die within me. That’s my life style, that’s my mission. And then share my knowledge and what I’ve seen and experienced during my travels with others, and maybe even inspire them. That’d be amazing.

 

And then I wanted to just write down my life-long goals… 🙂

I can’t imagine a better life for me than spending it while working in a job in which I’m able to guide people out from their comfort zones and so that they will find a more satisfying and fulfilling life. So here’s what I want to do. Help. Be my best self. Guide others be their best selves.

#1 – Become a meditation / yoga teacher / life coach – anything to do with wellness and helping people to find their balance in life. (It’s incredibly important in this stressed, unhealthy, busy world of ours. Too many things to do, too little time. And no time for taking care of yourself and the environment. So I want to help and courage people to find the change towards a better life.)

# 2 – Having my own wellness retreat one day, with my own little garden. Becoming as self sufficient as possible, respecting the nature and growing my own food would be perfect.

# 3 – Work as a experience travel guide, anywhere in the world. Giving people the unforgettable experiences and journeys they could’t even dream of.

So… that’s me. Let’s see where life leads me to. I’ll be sure to tell you first what’ll happen and when!

How’s your list looking like? 🙂

Here’s a video from Prince  Ea. Please watch it.

“Hey You, why do you exist??”

I hope from now on you will listen to your heart and seek for the ways to nourish your inner self in order for it to start blooming again, like when you were a child. Your body is your temple and you are your best friend, remember that. The way you would treat your best friend, that’s how you should treat yourself as well.

Much love,

stay healthy, stay strong, believe in yourself and your missions in life and it’ll take you far.

Peace!

-Jenna

 

Under the Same Sun

Sometimes I forget how incredible people I’ve met during these past two years. Then I go back to browse my photos, and suddenly it all comes back to me.

First Copenhagen and the magical selected seven. Then Australia, European Bartender School, surf camp, Christmas, New Year’s eve. Chicken papa. A giant spider on my shoulder, a giant spider on the floor, a giant spider in the tree. Eating pizza on a deck and witnessing a random dolphin just swimming around in front of us, among all the rest random things Australia made us encounter. New Zealand and free seafood meal from a random hostel friend who was just feeling lonely. The craziest tide but the most beautiful views in Kaikoura. Walking around the Hobitton. Swimming in smelly Rotorua. Dragging some abandoned Christmas tree in Budapest in a February night with some Aussies. Ireland and trekking in Killarney. Legendary night in Dublin. Edinburgh and my dear hostel and all those people. Nine months. Captain’s. The Jazz Bar. Finnegans and Opium. Road trip around Scottish highlands and Isle of Skye with my Finns. Le-gen-dary. Falling asleep in the staircase. Hanging around in the hallway and karaoke at the reception. The list is never ending. Iceland and the people. The road trips. The people’s pool and the snow storm. Northern lights and lying on the snowy ground, staring the dancing sky. My birthday and a surprise cake. Human dartboard in the cellar. Drunken hostel owner. Will never ever forget that week… Asia. Oh boy. Hitchhiking in Thailand. Meditation retreat and turtle lake. Oh my Buddha. Tubing and getting sick in Laos. Camping on a beach and swimming with glowing plankton in Cambodia. Sleeping in sleeper buses, trying not to get hit by a scooter and having my friend’s birthday on the top of a skyscraper in Vietnam. Almost getting drowned in Malaysia and having to trek hours in the rain in the middle of a jungle to get to our hostel. Having a coffee with a millionaire in Singapore at one of the Southeast Asia’s best luxury hotels. Singing Backstreet Boys and sipping Singapore Slings. Practicing yoga and climbing up volcano in Bali. Enjoying cocktails at a beach bar in Gili Islands. Getting almost eaten by dogs in Lombok. Spending four days on a boat in Indonesia, 100 % sure about being shipwrecked at any second, especially during the big storm. Snorkeling at one of the best spots in the world, swimming with giant turtles and manta rays and hundreds of different colored of fish. Having the best green tea frappe in Flores. Traveling all the way from Bali to Koh Phi Phi in Thailand, in 24 hours. (Too hot hot damn.) Phi Phi, Krabi, crazy times. Never again. After that Bang!, Bangkok, and finally Finland, home sweet home.

So many places. So many memories. Too many places! Too many memories! I seriously need to calm down with this traveling. 😀

If anyone ever asks me what was the best part of my travels, I will answer the people. One of the best things about staying at hostels are the other travelers. Life can be really colorless and, well, meaningless if you don’t have the right people there sharing it with you. When you travel you get to meet these amazing people from all around the world. You become friends with them, you experience all sorts of stuff together and if you’re lucky, you might even meet the partner of your dreams on the road. I’ve heard that happens actually quite a lot. But oh boy, I love travelers. They’re such an amazing source of life. They live in the moment. They’re so chilled. No stress, they just let life happen at it’s own phase. No rush. No schedule. They’re always willing to help out, whatever issue or mission you’re on. They’re always up for having fun and making life worth living. They’re exciting and interesting, I’ve had one of the best conversations with travelers. It’s because their eyes and minds are open for new. Every one has their own stories and so you learn a lot about different people and cultures. One of the most common expression among travelers is “sharing is caring”, which all travelers know to be true. Me and my travel mate Maija, we’ll always be grateful for our friend Rob who brought us juice and electrolytes when we needed it the most. Food poisoning hit us and we couldn’t move from the bed, and he kindly came to us and asked if we needed anything. Thanks to him, we survived! 🙂

I often think about the people I’ve met on the road. There’s someone from every continent, except Antarctica. I have so many couches I can sleep on!!! It’s crazy! But what’s even crazier is that we’re all here, living on the same planet, under the same sun and the same moon. Right now, everyone I’ve met are living their lives somewhere else, continuing writing their own stories. My brother once told me to think that the planet earth is a house, a home, and countries are just rooms in it. So when you go anywhere, you’re just in another room. The thought of that brings comfort, it makes you feel you were closer to both home and all the rest of your friends, no matter where you are. 🙂 I like that.

My dear travel mates, I hope you’re all well and happy, wherever you are. I don’t know what most of you are doing right now, where you’ve ended up or how life’s treating you. I know we can’t live the past again but instead, let us cherish the memory of us and the good times we’ve had together and then embrace it. It’s important to remember, especially if you’re feeling down or lonely after your travels. Oh boy, me and you, and our adventures together. And you and the rest of your travel buddies. All the unforgettable memories we’ve created, the breathtaking moments we’ve lived. Only travelers can understand what kind of a richness in life it is to have friends and experiences like that. So I thank you. 🙂 xx

Here’s some beautiful people who I’ve been lucky to meet during these past two years. I’m so grateful our paths crossed and that you’re a part of my life and memories now and forever more. 🙂 xxx

Sleeper’s Square. / Phu Quoc and crazy boat people!

My lovely people in Bali and Lombok. ❤

Maija and Kuala Lumpur. / Edinburgh, Salla and Rob.

 

(N)iceland.

Edinburgh and my hostel.

   

NZ and Australia. ❤

 

Iceland / Edinburgh

 

  

Cambodia / Bali

 

Chicken papa and Saana in Australia. / Copenhagen and selected seven. 😉 / Iceland.

Cake competition in Edinburgh with Rob. Yum.

 

It’s surely been quite a couple of years! No regrets. Thanks for sharing the moments with me. You people are the light of my life! Keep your head up and mind set in your ways, sings Ben Howard. ❤ I wish you all the best and who knows, maybe we’ll meet again one day. 🙂 x

“Travel light, live light, spread the light, be the light.” -Yogi Bhajan

Peace n love, until the next time xxx

– Jenna 

The Ride

"It's a lifestyle. It's almost like another life in another world."

Traveling,

What a beautiful way to live.

Just think about it. Every day is a brand new day. You’re not in rush, you don’t even have schedules. You just… are.

Here’s a sunrise from Mount Batur, Bali.

When you’re on the road life flows so well. You see, experience, grow and learn. It’s the circle of life. It is exhausting, yes, but also very rewarding. Life rolls forward, like a wheel going down the hill, and you actually feel like living. It’s like a new world, a new life.

Traveling by yourself pushes you far out from your comfort zone, that’s for sure. It turns your life upside down, both, in a good and in a bad way. You will have to face reality in many ways, including challenges you’ve never even thought about before. Whether it was getting stuck at the Singapore border when your bus has brutally left you there and you have no money and no one speaks English, or when you’re deadly sure a boat you’re on will sink soon because of the massive waves. (Yes, been there.)

It’s not fun anymore, it’s facing the worst moments and worst fears in life and having to do it alone. But you learn to trust life and most importantly have faith in people. What ever happens, you will get back on your feet. Even though if you were by yourself, you will find a way. Besides, there’s always someone willing to help you. I’ve met the most friendliest and helpful people during my travels, whether it was a fellow backpacker or a local. It doesn’t matter, if they see someone in need, they will help. Countless number of stranger have helped me when I’ve needed it the most, and I am so grateful. One day, I will be in their position, helping someone else as well. 🙂 Just wait for it.

Our driver and my British friend in Lombok, Indonesia! Ah, the best driver in the world.

A local woman weaving in Bali, Indonesia. 🙂

You learn how to keep your head up no matter what happens. You become a real survivor. You become The Hero and The Ruler of your own life. You can do whatever you feel like whenever you feel like it. Just think about it, the freedom. There’s no one telling you what you can or cannot do, in fact, you can do anything! (at least try…)

You will learn so much about life, people, cultures and most importantly yourself. And when you go back home you will feel like another person from another planet… But we’ll get back to that very soon.

The best thing is that you will find yourself living the most incredible moments of your life. Those unforgettable moments when it’s actually hard to understand it’s your life you’re living right now. You are so in the moment it’s unreal, I’m sure you all know what I mean. 🙂 The best thing is that you’re most likely surrounded by people with the same mindset, and there you are, together, just chilling somewhere, watching the sun setting behind a canyon or moon rising over the sea. It’s almost like a dream, but it’s real! You create amazing memories with amazing people, your new friends from all around the world. You find yourself falling for strangers and life all around you. You enjoy life so much it hurts. There’s so much beauty around you it’s almost hard to comprehend. You really live fully. 🙂 You became fearless and face every day as a new adventure. Who will you meet? Where will you end up? Who knows! But you’re up for it!

@ Gili Trawagan, Lombok, Indonesia – The Sunset Beach

Traveling by yourself will enrich and rearrange your life, in a good way. Whatever happens, it will lead you forward to whatever it is that you’re seeking for. You know why? Because you will make it happen.

You learn how to go for the things you want in life. You learn to take chances, because in the end, that’s all you’ve done in the past months! Taking the chance when riding a scooter up a curvy mountain road in Northern Laos (where traffic rules are more like suggestions), or taking the chance when getting into a dodgy taxi (and getting scammed!), or just simply taking the chance when choosing blindly a meal from a menu that is completely in Vietnamese! You try, you go for it. You don’t think about losing. You’re curious! So what, if you will end up eating frog legs, haha. It doesn’t matter if it tastes like sh*t, it’s a great story!!

@ Ha Long Bay, Vietnam

Traveling is great. It’s challenging, but great. Just like coming home…

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Coming home.

Silence. Everywhere. Not really quite sure what to think and how to act. It’s a culture shock, it’s a shock in every way. Suddenly you have only certain kind of people around you, no new acquaintances. No new travel mates from Canada, no new roommates from Germany. No hostel staff, no different languages. Only one language, one culture. One bed, one room, one kitchen. One house. One city. One country.

Home?

I came home about a month ago. I apologize my dear readers for not updating my blog in six months, but I just couldn’t. Backpacking in Asia did not go too well with writing a blog at the same time, at least not for me. But I’m here now! After 4,5 months in Southeast Asia and Indonesia I find myself back in my old room in Finland. Feelings very much confused, not sure what to think about home anymore. What is home? Who am I? Who was I before my travels?

What do I want now? Should I go or should I stay? What will make me happy?

I’ve read multiple articles and blog posts, and had multiple conversations about the same issues and feelings I’m experiencing. After traveling or being abroad for quite a while (one and a half years for me), It’s perfectly normal to feel like an alien in your old home. As strange as it sounds, nothing is the same for you anymore although everything is the same. You’ve changed, a lot. You don’t feel like home home. Home is not just a place anymore – it’s the people, it’s where the heart is. Thankfully, I have my people here around me, helping me a lot. Friends, family, people who actually matter.

But for me, home country is now more like another destination, except this time you know all the people and you’re familiar with the streets. You don’t really get lost anymore. You’re safe all the time. You don’t have to ask for help. You experience hardly any new things or meet new people. Nothing’s really happening.

For me it was a shock, a proper culture shock to return home. It was (and is, still) really difficult to adjust. But I know it will take time. And during that time I will use my blog to re-live my travels. I will write you my stories, tell you where I ended up and how, who I met and why. I will share you my photos of the most beautiful places I’ve been to. I will share you memories that are golden. Through my stories I can feel a bit more alive again and I remember how lucky I’ve been with my life. And I hope to inspire and encourage at least a few of you to go and explore as well. 🙂

Anyway, just enjoy the ride!

P.S. If you want to sing out, sing out! (Thank you, Cat.)

@ Flores, Indonesia

@ Charlie’s Chocolate Factory, local kids, Bali, Indonesia

Remember, the world is open. Just let it flow. 😉

Peace and love xx

Jenna

Welcome to Niceland

Iceland. Oh Iceland, what did you do…

Before traveling to (N)Iceland, I wrote a blog post about “the land of ice, geyshirs and Vikings”. This is what I wrote:

“What on Earth am I going to do in Iceland?! I bought tickets very spontaneously. So basically I have no idea what to do or where to go. But then again, it’s Iceland. I can probably go anywhere and still feel amazed by the breathtaking scenery of one of the world’s most beautiful islands. I know it’s winter and relatively cold but I just won’t let the weather stop me. So Iceland! It’s going to be marvelous! I really want to go into the wild and so I’ll try my best to get to the rough nature of Iceland. Only the sky is limit when it comes to my travels…”

And so it was.

Here’s how it all started.

I was on a plane (EasyJet, sooo cheap from Edinburgh to Reykjavik!) (okay.., enough of commercializing. That’s not what my blog’s about.) with my “little” 20 liter backpack in my legroom. Couldn’t really sit with my feet straight / in a comfortable position, but oh well, I survived. My focus was not on my feet but the good company I had. There was this old couple sitting next to me, somewhere maybe at their 70ies. They had a wee Scottish accent and they were sooo cute! Loving life etc. Mainly they were wondering how a girl at my age had the guts first to live abroad alone and then to travel all alone to Iceland. But they knew what I meant when I told them that this is the life I want to live, this is what I’ve born to do. He told me he loves traveling, too. He used to feel the same as I do now, that the world is open and you just want to travel everywhere and explore as much as you can! He told me he used to work as a sailor on a big ship for many, many years. So basically, his job was to travel all around the world. He used to sail from Edinburgh to Cape Town, from South Africa to Hong Kong and all the way from China to Sydney and so on, just to mention few of them. He had been to every continent, even Antarctica. He had literally been everywhere and he had seen so much. You could see it from his eyes when I asked him questions about his travels, his eyes just… It was amazing. Like he traveled in time, back to the past. He had such a depth in his eyes, he had a sparkle in his eyes. You could see he had lived a lot and seen even more.

So I enjoyed that plane flight very much. No matter how uncomfortable my feet’s position was.

Oh, human connections. People, you rock!

So, after arriving to beautiful Iceland (later on known as Niceland because everything and everyone there are just simply so nice) I, somehow, managed to get a bus to Reykjavik and – I SWEAR, not intentionally – got a free bus ride from Reykjavik to my hostel, even though I hadn’t booked nor paid it beforehand. The driver didn’t really care because they were in hurry and it was a hectic situation so I got the ride for free. And! He took me to my hostel which wasn’t even on their drop off-list. 😀 Hehehe. Worth of trying!

The hostel was really nice and I would recommend to everyone. It’s called Hlemmur Square hostel and they have both, a luxury hotel and an upscale hostel up there. 🙂 I had a view to the sea and big white mountains from my room. So much better than the “another brick on the wall” view that I had at my home hostel in Edinburgh. (So basically there was about ten meters and a huge grey-brown-ish wall that blocked all the sunlight coming to the room. I mean, okay why am I lying, it’s Edinburgh. There’s no sunlight in Edinburgh. 😀 I think they, Scotland and the whole UK have some issues with the Sun, I don’t think Sun really likes UK that much… But rain does! And clouds. And wind. And storms… The list is endless.)

Anyways, Iceland. Wow. Nice, Iceland, you really are a nice land Iceland. Niceland.

It’s been now exactly four weeks that I left Edinburgh and flew to Iceland. Like I said, I had no idea what to expect. And it was good, I managed to let go and just go with the flow. Every day was a new day and I was open to all the adventures it led me to. I managed to let life happen at its own pace and not push it any specific direction. What ever problem or difficulty appeared, you dealt with it at its time. And because of all that, I was feeling very positive and confident about my time in Iceland. Everything was going to be alright, whatever happened. But I had no idea that it was going to be one of the best weeks of my entire life.

I was poorly prepared. And I kinda knew it, but I did it anyway. My winter coat was a bit so-so. It worked just fine only if and when I wore a massive jumper under it. But I manages just fine, the biggest issue were my shoes, they were tremendously bad. First of all, I had only one pair of shoes with me, so, when that one pair got wet I had nothing else to wear than the wet ones. And it was more wet in Iceland (in December) that I thought it would be. Whoops. Oh well, at least I learned something… It can rain in Iceland, too. And even though it didn’t rain, the snow that falls down might melt on the ground and become a horrible mess of slush. Ugh. So two pairs of shoes, everyone! Two pairs! Or if you have only one pair, please, do yourself a favor and check that your footwear is (A) waterproof, (B) slip resistant and (C) warm enough. I had none of those. So you can only imagine.

SO, WHAT HAPPENED IN ICELAND?

I’ve been telling you how awesome (and not awesome) it was, but I haven’t told you how it all happened. In a nutshell… this is what happened:

Even though I didn’t get to go to the Blue Lagoon geothermal spa because I didn’t have a swim suit nor I met any actual vikings, I still had a pretty good time in Iceland. I met the coolest people at the hostel and we were too hipster to take a tour so we rented a car, set our GPS and went on the road. (Just kidding ’bout the hipster part.) We just wanted something different, we wanted to go away from the touristic track and schedules. We wanted to go into the wild and so we figured that the best possible option was to rent our own car with a group of four and just… Go. If you’re thinking about traveling in Iceland, please, another favor to do to yourself, rent a car with a GPS and just… drive. There’s plenty of car rental places you can choose from. Or try your luck and find a person who has the international drivers license and possibly even a car already. Haha. That’s what I did and it worked out just well. Here’s some evidence.

Places we got to see during my week in Niceland:

Reykjavík

Reykjavík was beautiful – both day and night.

Even though I did got lost a bit one night and I kinda had to search my way home on my own back to the city center since my phone didn’t work in the freezing cold weather and there was no cars nor taxis driving by. When there finally was a car, it was already morning and those friendly locals with a warm car were – nope, not willing to give me a ride but – willing to help me to get back home. 🙂 Apparently I wasn’t too far away, approximately 45 minute walk or so only. Oh well, that happens. And after that little adventure (which includes having a cup of coffee in a local bakery with a local old grandpa who’s number I have if I ever return to Iceland, and other stuff) I survived and managed to get back home safely. Hooraayy! Long live the life!!!

On the road to wherever…

…look how beautiful it is everywhere. And so quiet, so peaceful…

 

Chasing Northern Lights…

…the famous Aurora Borealis and photo shooting sessions…

 

the sky lights literally danced upon us

 “Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity for human spirit.” -Edward Abbey

First road trip…

…from Reykjavik all the way to Vík, the southernmost village in Iceland, and back…

Waterfalls, such as

Seljalandsfoss

Skogafoss

and then, Vík and the Black Sanded Beach…

Vík í Mýrdal

 

 

…where my crazy Australian friend swam and almost got hypodermic… Aussies! 😀

So he swam in a freezing cold ocean. We had to get him warm, so we decided to go swimming in a hot spring, the People’s Pool,  we had read about. It was supposed to be somewhere there on our way back and I had the instructions on my phone. It was supposed to be easy to find the place but oh-noh, not even close. The site said that there was a path beside on a mountainside you first had to take before getting to the pool. Well, we got to the place the path was supposed to start but there was no path! Only snow everywhere. Couple of cottages and mountains. We got off from the car but after a while looking and a wee snowball fight we got back to the car. It was too cold and windy, “It’s not here, we can’t find it.” we thought. But then suddenly out of nowhere a car drove next to us. There was some Norwegian people who asked us if we’re going to the pool. They had been there before and they were ready to show us the way. 🙂

After a approximately 30 minute hike through rivers (I’m not kidding, this time not only mine but all of our feet were completely wet) and frozen pathways on the mountainside, we finally got to our destination. And oh boy, the views from up there…

There we were. Swimming in a pool on a mountainside in the middle of nowhere. The water was warm and it was snowing. It was amazing. One of the best moments of the week. After swimming a while a local man told us we should get back soon because the sun was about to set and soon it was going to pitch black. We had no torches nor nothing else, so we took our stuff, put our clothes back in the freezing cold weather and started walking back to the car. 🙂 Then we got on the road again and a snow storm hit us. We couldn’t see anything and we were just driving with our little car in the middle of nowhere, hoping for the best. Hoping that we will survive, get back to Reykjavík alive. Haha. It was a good day. And awesome company! I was so lucky with the guys I met. We got along so well and we basically spend the whole week together. 🙂 It was goood.

Second road trip – the Golden Circle

Couple of days after the first road trip we hit the road (Jack!) again. This time we wanted to go for the famous golden circle -route, which all the tourists knew and where all the tours went, too. Here you can see the golden circle route on the map and also the route all the way to Vík:

During the winter season the day is so short (about from 10.30-11am to 3.30-4pm, or even less) that if you want to see all those places during the sunlight and not in the darkness, you should be prepared to spend the whole day (from 9am to 6pm or so) on the road. If you want to return back to Reykjavík for the night, I mean. We did that and it was alright. Both of them – driving around the circle and to Vík – were day trips. So be sure to have time if you want to visit places!

Here’s how our day around the Golden Circle was.

First there was the Þingvellir National park…

…The place where the North America’s and Eurasian tectonic plates meet. So we actually were able to walk above the Mid-Atlantic Ridge; in a place two continents meet. It was amazing. And the landscapes were just incredibly beautiful.

…after that the famous Geyshir…

…and the last but not least Gullfoss, “the Golden falls”

It was massive! It’s the largest waterfall in Iceland. The sun was just setting when we got there and it looked amazing. Iceland just stole my heart, right there just then. It was… unbelievable.

 

Those two road trips were really amazing and they only made me feel like I didn’t want to return home, not yet. But I am sure, one day I will go back and this time during the summer when the sun never sets.

What a great week. And once again, the people I got to meet! Wow. Thank you guys! For making my stay unforgettable. 🙂 Until the next time! Here’s the last photos, very random ones. From jumping around snowy Reykjavík without socks on and having a surprise birthday cake in the hostel to looking stupid on the top of a waterfall and taking a photo of a guy and a bird. All those moments. All those people. Such a good vacation, such a good time and adventures. Can’t wait for the next ones to come! 😉 (Asia, here I coomeeeee!!!)

Cheers! Or tack tack as they say in Iceland.

Thank you guys.

Until the next journey!

– Jenna

The Year of My Life

It’s the last day of the year 2014. This year was The Year of my life. This year was the year when everything begun, and finally I started feeling I’m actually doing something with my life. I am someone. And the world is open for me if I choose to go.

How on earth this year went by so fast? It started in Sydney (Australia) and after that during those 365 following days I ended up traveling to a LOT of places, including New Zealand, Hungary, Tenerife, Ireland, Scotland and Iceland. I have been so lucky and I am very grateful for all the people I have gotten to know and meet this year. I hope you’re all doing well and enjoying your life, wherever you are. 🙂 This year, I have also gotten to witness the most beautiful landscapes I’ve ever seen in my life. You’ll see pictures, don’t worry. 😉

 

It all started in downunder, first Australia and after that New Zealand. Unfortunately I had a return ticket already booked so I had to leave kangaroos and kiwis and travel back home. I felt so depressed……but happy at the same time, because of the experience. And I knew I could always go back. I cried almost the whole flight from Sydney to Hong Kong (so embarrassing but I couldn’t stop it). I felt like I was leaving home. It was horrible. I felt like it wasn’t time yet, I wasn’t done yet. And I was so scared to go back home! I know I hadn’t been away for that long but still! All my friends in Finland, they’re just there, living their normal lives. How could I go back to that? Wouldn’t that feel weird? Would I feel confined there? And the most important question, how could I stay in Finland after such a great journey in such an amazing place? I couldn’t. It would’ve felt like settling to something less. I felt like I knew now after traveling a while, about something “better” and I couldn’t just settle anymore, never again. So I packed my 70 liter Osprey and took off. It turned out to be the best decision I have ever made.

Here’s some pics along the way. Starting from last Christmas in Noosa, East Coast of Australia. There’s the girls in the photo on the right, and two of them were the ones we got to spend both Christmas and New Years Eve with. 🙂 Such nice girls! And such a good NYE…. The third photo is taken the last day of the year, in Sydney in Wake Up!-hostel. Saana, a good friend of mine, was eating porridge and drinking goon (Aussie slang word for box wine). 😀 = our “last supper”, yum!

 

Soon after New Years Eve we headed to New Zealand and traveled all the way from Christchurch to Auckland. There’s a photo of me, Saana and Maaike (our Dutch friend), I can’t help smiling when I look at us. Such good memories. Also the photo of Saana looking terrified on the window floor is pretty amusing. 😀 PS. Yes, that is Hobbiton (last photo).

        

In the year of 2014 I was lucky to find myself from these amazing places, too…

Budapest

Tenerife

 

Ireland

 

I was thinking…

 

This year has been both the worst year of my life and the best year I’ve ever lived. Literally, lived. This year I really challenged myself and did things I had only dreamed of before – and I have never felt more alive. I feel like I have been incredibly lucky with everything that’s crossed my path. I smile when I think about all those memories, all those moments I’ve lived and people I’ve gotten to know. Wow. And all it took – all I took was a so called “leap of faith” . Would you make the jump?

My plan was basically that I don’t have a plan. I had just returned home but I knew I couldn’t be there for any longer. I have always known that Finland is not my home so now that I had once left the place, it didn’t really feel like a big issue to leave it again. I did some calculating and I decided that if I don’t get a job in Scotland, I’ll just come back home after when my money run out. The only thing I was certain about was that I just couldn’t stay in Finland anymore. I had lived my days there and I didn’t have to go back. At least not yet, not in a long while.

I had never been to Edinburgh before but I had heard about how beautiful the city was so I thought to myself, why not? It wasn’t exactly a place I had always dreamed of going (nor moving) but the only thing I cared was that there was English-speaking people and that it was outside the Finland borders. So I left. I got to admit, it was pretty scary in the beginning. I had to build my life all over again and I had not thought about it all through. (Idiot) I moved to another country that I didn’t know anything about. I didn’t know anyone and I was supposed to get an apartment (or so called hostel long term place in my case), get to know some people (make friends, nobody wants to be alone in a new city), apply for a job, get a bank account, get a new phone number,… everything. I had no idea where I was putting myself into. I hadn’t really thought about it and I never planned anything, so I was a bit lost in the beginning. But there I was, determined that I ain’t going back to Finland. I knew I needed to try my best now that I was in Edinburgh. So that’s what I did, and I ended up getting a very good job and I got to work with bunch of awesome people. Also, oh boy, the work experience I got. I am so grateful for that, I don’t know how it all happened but what I know is that if I would’ve stayed in Finland instead of going to Scotland I would’ve never gotten that kind of a work experience. Thank you Edinburgh!! I will be eternally grateful to you. 😉 So you agree with me on this one?

Here’s the some of the best photos of my time in Scotland 🙂 A picture is worth a thousand words…

                  

And then, outside Edinburgh – Isle of Skye, ladies and gentlemen!

  

Nine months it took until I started feeling “done” with all the hostel life and Edinburgh. It was my time to move on. I had built myself a home there, a home I could always return to and another family, both of which I will always have in my heart.

So I left, once again. I went to Iceland. Seriously, who would’ve thought my wee trip to Iceland would end up being one of the best weeks of my life – and all because of the people, obviously. 😉 Sure, Iceland is gorgeous, there’s no words for it’s beauty (later on I’ll make a proper post of it!) – but the people I met…. wow. I was there only for a week and it felt like I had known those guys for ages. Thank you Hlemmur Square hostel and its people! You rock.

     

Such an amazing year. Don’t even quite realize it yet. Traveling is… for me, it’s the perfect kind of life style. It’s not that for everyone and it doesn’t have to be. Just like any other kind of life style. The most important thing is that you’re happy, no matter what you do or where you are. This year I’ve learned some important lessons about life and myself, and honestly, I can tell you that it’s not about the place nor material, it has nothing to do with the luxury life you’re living or anything else – in the end, it’s always the people that matters the most. The people you have around you, who you feel good with. I would say that’s the best part of traveling, getting to know people from all walks of life. From all corners of the earth. It’s a richness in the heart cannot be measured with money. People. Cultures. Countries. Memories.

And for me, this is only the beginning. I just turned twenty and I realized how the world Is open for me if I just dare to take the leap to unknown. 😉 And I do. I’ve been sitting at one place, feeling stuck in a one place for too long, and now, FINALLY, after about 15 years of waiting it is the time for me to go and explore. So… basically, I have no idea where I’ll end up next year. Southeast Asia, yes at first, but after that? Any suggestions? 😉

I’m sorry I’ve been a bit poor with updating my blog often enough. I promise you I will make a progress with that next year! 😉 Happy New Year, my friends! Enjoy your day and night. Tomorrow when you wake up it will be another year and another time. You get to have a fresh start with everything. Use is wisely. Listen to yourself and what do you want. 😉 Life is full of choices. So what is your New Year’s promise going to be? If it’s something to do with traveling, please tell me. Maybe we can meet up somewhere!

Life is good. 😉 And oh, baby, it is a wild world. Can’t wait to get on the road again. ❤

One last thing… Mr called Xavier Rudd made a song about life. I must quote him on this one:

“Follow, follow the sun
and which way the wind blows
when this day is done.
Breathe, breathe in the air.
Set your intentions.
Dream with care.
Tomorrow is a new day for everyone,
Brand new moon, brand new sun.
So follow, follow the sun,
the direction of the birds,
the direction of love.
Breathe, breathe in the air,
cherish this moment,
cherish this breath.
Tomorrow is a new day for everyone,
brand new moon, brand new sun.”

Hope you had an amazing year 2014 and hope you will have even a better one next year!! Wish you all well xxx

Hasta luego!

-Jena

Always counting

Always counting.

I confess, I belong to the group of wanderlust ones. Wikipedia puts it well:

“Wanderlust is a strong desire for or impulse to wander or travel and explore the world. —

The term originates from the German words wandern (to hike) and Lust (desire). The term wandern, frequently misused as a false friend, does in fact not mean “to wander”, but “to hike.” Placing the two words together, translated: “enjoyment of hiking”, although it is commonly described as an enjoyment of strolling, roaming about or wandering. —

In modern German, the use of the word Wanderlust to mean “desire to travel” is less common, having been replaced by Fernweh (lit. “farsickness”), coined as an antonym to Heimweh (“homesickness”).—“

That’s me. Wanderlust. Enjoyment of hiking, desire to travel – and that’s how we get to the ‘counting’ part.

Always counting. There will always be some kind of a countdown going on; Whether it was days left until the plane gets off or the days when an ongoing trip will end. We all know the feeling in stomach when the travel fever raises and we get butterflies in our bellies. “Two more days and London is calling!”  – that’s the exciting waiting part. You count the days to the becoming trip, you mark everything in your calender and imagine yourself there, lying on a white sanded beach or so. You start smiling when you know what’s coming. Then there’s the other part when you’re on the road. First you count the days and weeks and months you’ve already traveled, then the coin turns around and you start feeling kinda sad and anxious after realizing that your holiday is soon to be over. You start counting the final days before going back home. “One last week starts tomorrow… Ugh.”

It’s nice to go back home after a long journey but it’s still always a bit sad to leave, especially if you’ve been in that one place for a longer period of time. Like me; It’s been almost eight moths for me now here in Scotland. Six weeks left. Six weeks is nothing! Four weeks work, then one week in Iceland and after that one more week here in Edinburgh. After that it’s over. It’s time for me to move on and go back home.

So in six weeks I’ll be in Finland again. I’ll have my own room, my privacy (finally…). No more sleeping in a six-bed-dorm in a hostel. I’ll also be spending my time with the people I already know. No new acquaintances, no fellow travel mates around. No shared fridges nor queues for showers. No “CLOSED FOR CLEANING” signs on the bathroom and kitchen doors, and haha, no difficulties about understanding what someone with a strong accent is trying to say to you. Everything is going to be so easy. Even a bit too easy. How am I supposed to get used to that kind of a life style again? The same way as I got used to this one here, I suppose. But soon everything will go back to normal again. All the reasons why I left at the first place are still there. No excitement after the beginning, just routines. The questions about school, work and other life plans will start chasing you. The pressure about making permanent decisions. “What are you going to do know? Settle down, right? No need to go anywhere anymore now that you’ve just been away for almost a year.” Ha! You wish!

After being on the road you get used to the feeling of being free – and that’s what gets you in the hook. It’s almost impossible to go back home and act normal after traveling a while. All the routines creep you out, nothing feels the same again. Everything’s so normal that it starts to feel abnormal to you. You don’t feel free anymore. You’re expectations and the level of living has somehow gone up during your travels. You simply live differently. You’ve used to live in the moment. You know that the life is short. You’ve used to have a limited period of time in one place at a time so you’ve used to take everything out of it. You’re much relaxed now. Why would you be unhappy and live a steady life in your little comfort zone when you know that the life begins when you step out of the zone. You’ve turned out to be a yes person instead of a no person. You now refuse to live inside your comfort zone, a steady life is not enough anymore. You know better.

So when you come back home, nothing will be the same again. After all your experiences and things you’ve learned, after all those places you’ve seen you suddenly start seeing everything from a different point of you. You’ve grown so much during the past weeks that going back home feels like time traveling. Nothing’s changed there, it’s all the same. But you feel different. You feel very much separate and unconnected with everything and everyone that surrounds you at home. You don’t feel comfortable anymore. It doesn’t really feel like home anymore. Home should make you happy and feeling good. But you’ve seen too much. You’ve changed and it’s just not simply you anymore.

So you start thinking about new places to conquer. All those places people you met during your travels told you about. “The little village in the middle of a jungle in Laos… The hot air balloon flight in Morocco. Riding a bicycle around Jamaica. Hitchhiking the route 66. Eating street food in a Mexican city…” All those things. All those places. You’r at home browsing all the photos from your last journey over and over again. Oh, all those memories, all those places that you visited and people you met. Good times. So just like any other candy, you start wanting it more. Where to go next? When to go? And before you even notice, you’re already surfing on Skyscanner, searching desperately for cheap flights to Everywhere (All countries). “Just… please. Take me away.”

First it’s just a little itch in the back of your head and then it starts to spread all over your body. You’re hands can feel it and your feet want to lead you forward, somewhere away. You’ve lost the control. Every day, you start thinking about it more and more. You wish to be somewhere else, you want to go again, move on. The world is out there and it’s calling your name. You’re walking on a street and you look up and see a plane crossing the sky. I wonder where that plane is traveling to… I wish I was there too. Checking the new travel themed boards on Pinterest becomes your daily task. It is an impulse you just can’t control – especially after the first big trip. (For me it was my trip last winter to Australia and New Zealand. I’ve always known that I want to travel the world but after being there it just… I lost the control. It’s too late to stop now. It really is like a drug you get addicted to.)

It is always itching, it is always on your mind. The travel bug. No matter if you were on the road or not, it’s always there.. Next trip, last trip. When can I go again? You have your own travel savings and probably 90 % of your Bucket List has something to do with all the incredible places you want to visit someday. You start to feel anxious. The circle is closing, you want to be somewhere else. The itching just grows and grows, it really starts bothering. You find yourself dreaming about all those other places and new winds every day more and more, and then you reach the point when you just can’t handle it anymore.

And then you book the tickets.

Huh, the feeling. Finally you’ll be able to continue your life again. The wheel starts spinning and you’re able to breath again. The anxiousness is gone. Then you start planning the next trip and basically you’re mind will be with it all the time. You’re excited. The road is there and you’ll be hitting it soon. (For me it’s not the wee trip to Iceland I’ll be having in the beginning in December, but the almost four months trip to Southeast Asia starting on next February. I can’t wait to get there and explore all those undiscovered roads and pathways. It’s going to be magnificent.)

Into the Wild (my ultimate favorite movie and book) is such an inspiration. Jon Krakauer puts it well:

It  is all in the feeling when the airplane lands on another continent, the first bump when it hits the ground or when you see the land for the first time after hours of wondering above the clouds. It is in the feeling when you wake up in a train and you’ve reached a new city in a new country. Everything is so beautiful, so new and interesting. There’s so many adventures out there waiting for you. It is in the feeling of pure joy and happiness that’s spread all over you when after hours of hiking you finally reach the top of a mountain. And it’s visible, people can actually see it when they look at you. You have a sparkle in your eyes. You shine.

But when you’re at home, there’s no one to talk to about those things. All of the adventures, the stories about people you’ve met and outstanding places you’ve been to. They don’t know what you’re talking about, and it’s very possible they don’t even care. You feel that they don’t know you anymore and that’s the truth, you’re not the person you used to be. So what to do now? You start counting.

It’s because of the desire that forces you to move on and go someplace else, explore. The world is out there, why would you stop now? After the first journey it doesn’t feel a big issue anymore. It’s in fact very easy just to take your belongings and go. For the first time in your life you’re now aware of the things and places the world has to offer and it’s like candy you just can’t say no to.

Traveling gives you the feeling of freedom. C’mon, who doesn’t like to feel free? For the first time in your life you’re actually free to do whatever and go wherever. You can be whoever you want to be, you can do whatever you feel like. It’s like a superpower.

It’s the feeling. Almost like a new beginning, when you get to hit the road, you start feeling different. You feel new. You’re like another person, full of joy again. You’re not bored, as you used to be. All those old things in the past, nothing matters anymore. “It’s a new day, a new life, for me… and I’m feeling good.” You find yourself enjoying life again. You feel like you were living, and it’s a good feeling. So some people see it as freedom. There’s no chains anymore to hold you still. You can move and be free. No more obligations nor schedules, no more hectic life, no necessities. No unnecessary stress. Everything’s better now. You feel peaceful. No stress, no worries. Just… don’t worry, be happy.

Of course there’s always ups and downs what it comes to traveling and it can also get very stressful if you’re not for example prepared or laid back enough. But we’ll speak about that some other time. Now the main point is the strong, almost imperative, unconditional desire, an urge to travel and explore. A true wanderlust state of mind. The world is out there, why would I choose to be settled, “stuck” somewhere you don’t want to be – instead of going on the road and letting go. You can go wherever life leads you, go with the flow, they say. There’s so much to see. All the wanders of the Planet Earth. I’m too curious, can’t just stay home and “do nothing”. 😀

So I go.

Back my backpack and get a bus to the airport.

It’s the circle of life.

From head to toes, I am a wanderlust and there’s not much to do about it. No medication, no therapy. You just know that the world is calling your name and you decide to follow your heart and go wherever the intuition leads you. I think it’s beautiful, to be able to let go and see wherever the road might take you. The Earth will always carry you, no matter what happens. No need to be afraid. Go and try, explore. Soon you’ll find out a great deal about yourself, what you want, what you don’t want. Everything’s more clear now. You become you. No wonder people go traveling to find themselves. It is very possible that that’s exactly what will happen.

My beloved travel mates. I believe I can trust you on this one, you will know what I’m talking about when I speak about the desire and counting. It’s in all of us, we’re all the same in a way. We all know how it feels when you get to hit the road again. It’s unspeakable. It’s unforgettable. Nothing beats it. It is the life as we know it.

So don’t stop me now… Cus’ I’m having a good time, having a good time. 

So where will you be going next?

 

How it all began?

  

I was born in December in 1994, in Tampere, Finland.

           A little ginger girl called Jenna, knew nothing about the world but I remember looking at a globe many times and being amazed of the planet Earth, the place we can locate ourselves. I was sooo happy that my name was Jenna, only because it was such an international name. I could go anywhere with that name! I remember looking at maps and other geographic stuff with my eyes wide open. I want to go there. I’m gonna go there. Someday, someday.

Most people wants to be singers or doctors or whatever, moms (even boys..) when they grow up. I wanted to be an explorer in rainforests. I felt trees were just so incredibly interesting. I imagined myself there, walking all those hidden paths of indigenous people, me and my own group of scientists and explorers. Haha. That would be awesome, but I ain’t Indiana Jones. (Even though I do admit, Jenna Jones would sound pretty awesome, wouldn’t it?) So later on when I realised that, I decided that anyway, whatever it is going to be, I still want to go and be, live abroad. Not in Finland. The people of Finland, the culture, the atmosphere is just not for me. I need sun. I need new winds. I need smiles and laugh, I want to be able to talk to strangers without getting the look (not even a verbal response, just cold, disapproving look) that says “What on earth are you doing, why are you talking to me?? I don’t know you and you don’t know me. Go away.”

           So I left. About a year ago.

           At first I went to Australia, then New Zealand. Just for couple of months, though. (Mistake. If you ever go to that side of the world, just do yourself a favor and don’t get a return ticket. You’ll find out soon why’s that.) Well, after the two months I had to go back home. I cried for hours in the airplane. The cry was both, good happy and bad sad cry. I felt like I was leaving home. I was sad about leaving the place. Even though I was going back home. “What is home? Where is home?” I remember thinking. I wasn’t ready yet. But I kept thinking, “I did it, I did it”. I followed my heart and made my dreams come true. And I calmed myself down by thinking that I could always go back. And that’s true, I can always go back.

           Anyway, so I got back to Finland. Same old, same old. But “home” didn’t feel like home anymore. It wasn’t home. Now I knew better, I knew it for sure that there was better places for me to go, for me to be and live my life. And Finland is not that. Even though back there I have the most amazing friends and wonderful people around me, I’m still… I’m too stubborn just to stay there because of them, because of someone else. I live my life for me – as selfish as it might sound but it’s the truth. It is my life. And I wanted to go away, I needed to go away. So that’s what I did. In March 2014 I took a plane first to London, then Dublin and after that finally to Edinburgh. I moved here, a city I had never been before. I basically knew nothing about this place but I decided to give it a try. I took a leap to the unknown cus I knew I had nothing to loose. I had just heard about a cool hostel called Princes Street Backpackers in Edinburgh and so I came here. And that was exactly half a year ago. It was 19th of March when I flew from Tampere to London. Oh, how time flies…

           Travelling is awesome, hostel life is awesome. I fell in love with this city and the hostel. All the people I’ve already met and all the people I will meet… It’s just simply amazing. They are the ones who make my days, they are the ones who make my travels. The people and their stories. I wouldn’t change this kind of life style for not even one billion pounds. As they say, “travelling is the only thing that makes you richer”.

           So this is my story. Wild world, my route. Don’t quite know yet where it’ll lead me but I’ll be sure that you’ll be the first ones to know! Haha.  Cheers! Have a great day!!