This blog is dedicated to my best friend, whose attempt to keep a travel journal was thwarted when her fellow travellers’ discovered she’d begun an entry with the words: “today I ate a baguette.”
Here’s hoping my travel blog isn’t so short-lived.
But seriously about me…
My name is Rachael and I’m a 25-year-old New Zealander, who sacrificed my early 20s to climb the career ladder, only to be out of a job at the tender age of 24, when the politician I was spin-doctoring for retired.
And, after putting off travel for weddings and jobs I took this as a sign – if I don’t do it now while I’m manless, childless, financially uncommitted, fit and healthy – I never will.
So this blog is about my solo travel adventures, from the perspective of someone who still grapples with left and right and can’t read a map.
Writing this puppy is also my free entertainment, particularly on long bus, ferry, train and plane trips.
But above all it keeps me sane, because if I couldn’t find a way to laugh at myself I’d be crying.