If you’ve been around since the beginning, you’ve probably picked up on my fear of travelling. Planes, boats and even push bikes… you name it, I’m just a big baby when it comes to leaving the comfort of my own home.
Although I’d like to travel a bit more in the future, right now I’m an anxious mess and until I’m comfortable leaving my flat and walking around my own home town without wanting to tear up and run home, the rest of the world can wait just a little bit longer.
Related: If I Wasn’t Scared of Travelling
However, in the past, I have travelled a little bit. A lot of family holidays were based in the UK, which is most likely why I’m completely in love with the idea of travelling our gorgeous little island before venturing out any further. We saw some beautiful things. Me and Matt even took the plunge and went on our first major holiday abroad together in 2014, which was a huge step for us as a couple and for someone who’s scared of flying!
So, Where Have I Been?
I was debating whether or not to include England in this post, as it seems a bit obvious, but travelling around the country is one of my favourite things and I have hundreds of fond memories with my mum, dad and brother from our holidays. There’s still so much to see, too.
I’ll always favour England over anywhere else – not only because it’s unbelievable how many of these stunning beauties are so close to home, but because I’m completely sentimental and it reminds me of all the great places I went with my family.
As above, I umm-ed and ahh-ed about including Wales, but I guess it’s not England, so it’s not like I’m being completely cheeky.
Even though I absolutely love Wales, I’ve only ever been once. It was a family holiday to Mumbles, near Swansea Bay, in July 2009. It rained like mad and you couldn’t get signal (fair one, we were practically in the middle of nowhere), but it was so insanely pretty. Me and my brother spent a lot of time together on this holiday, and we’d go down to the empty beaches and take photos. I even saw scuba divers going into the sea, which was a first for me.
I’ve since told Matt about this holiday, and he likes the idea of it just as much as I do, so we’re planning to go again at some point.
Note: I was going to share my own photographs… but then I saw the quality of the images from my 2009 camera phone and decided against sharing those pixelated demons where our faces aren’t even decipherable!
When I was very young, so young I don’t even remember, I went to France with my family, on a trip to Disneyland. Does it count if you can’t really remember? I’m going to say yes.
The only thing I can remember is one particular trip through a maze… Up until a few years ago, I actually still used to have nightmares about it. I remember a giant Queen of Hearts peering over a huge maze bush, and a really horrible booming voice. I vaguely remember my mum telling me to shut my eyes, saying “don’t look” because I was scared and crying. Who knows? Maybe my infant brain was playing tricks on me, but I’m surprised I love Alice in Wonderland so much still to this day. It sounds terrifying!
In October 2007, I went on a school trip to visit a lot of WW1 memorials in Belgium. Still to this day, it was one of the most amazing things I’ve done and I can’t believe I have the opportunity to see something so incredibly moving.
I visited the Thiepval Memorial to the Missing of the Somme, Tyne Cot Memorial, Canadian National Vimy Memorial and Memin Gate (to watch the Last Post Ceremony). Just, wow. Because it was almost a decade a go (well, that’s the first time I’ve been able to say that… I feel old), the quality of the images are horrendous and I’m hoping to revisit all the memorials with Matthew and my camera.
The family holiday to Portugal was another that I can’t quite remember. I’ve seen photographs, that are stored away in a dusty red photo album somewhere at my mum’s house but I can only remember random bits of information.
I remember my obsession with Pokémon (especially Pikachu) was intense at this point in my life. I remember these weird boiled sweets that were in separate wrappers, but they were all attached and were as long as snakes. That’s about it. Again, I’ve heard stories and it sounded great… apart from the whole nearly-drowned brother story (he didn’t, he’s good now).
The furthest place I’ve ever travelled to is Tunisia (before everything kicked off, the world went to shit and the next door resort was victim of a terrorist attack. Sad times…). It was a bloody experience, I’ll tell you that. I’ve never been so stressed out in my entire life but I’m glad we did it.
Once the horrible plane airport fiasco was over (we arrived too early, and didn’t sleep for nearly 40 hours), once the hysterical plane journey was over, and after the locals had stopped trying to steal our luggage, it was all good. The resort was stunning, and everyone was insanely friendly. We met some wonderful people, who we still talk to to this day too.
We had a private beach, and that is what made the holiday for me. The resort would hold games, like boules and mini golf, or we could just sunbathe and enjoy the many, many free drinks allowed in the all-inclusive wonder. It was gorgeous! One of my photographs actually won us £1000 in Thomas Cook vouchers in a competition too, so I’m definitely glad we went.
I couldn’t really ask for much more. I’ve been very lucky to see such lovely things, to have a family who showed me England’s beauty and a fiancé who was willing to put up with my crying in order to find ourselves on the continent of Africa.
Where is the best place you’ve travelled, and what’s the furthest?
You can read my previous post here.