Hello, my name is Hilary and I’m addicted to travel.
It all started out innocently: a month long Archaeology course in Greece during my third year at Uni. But that was all it took…
Next thing I knew I was careening around the UK with one of my besties, drinking Guinness in pubs across Ireland and desperately trying (and failing) to understand the accents of chatty old men on the streets of Edinburgh.
Next it was festivals: Guinness’ 250th birthday in Dublin, drinking beer in smoky tents at Oktoberfest and pub-crawling the historic cobble-stoned alleys of Prague.
After two trips to Europe I was eager for more. I spent a few months backpacking the infamous “banana pancake” trail of South East Asia with my friend Caitlin. We lost ourselves in the sandy islands of Thailand, watched the red sun rise at the Full Moon festival and immersed ourselves in the hospitable culture of Southeast Asian locals.
The next year I spent 4 months trekking the continent of South America with my friend Adam (also the start of this blog). Adam and I witnessed the colourful Brazilian Carnaval, floated down the Amazon River on a cargo ship with only hammocks to sleep in and spent 4 days hiking the Inca trail, in the rain, to see Machu Picchu. The two of us ticked off 8 new countries and spent an excruciating total of 336 hours on busses.
After returning home, it took me five days to pick my next trip: Africa and India. My Kiwi companion and I toured from Kenya southward through 8 African countries and ended up in Capetown. We saw the great migration in Tanzania, swam in the Devil’s pool at Victoria falls, cage-dived with Great white sharks and I finally completed a lifelong goal: riding bareback on an ostrich. (Yes. Don’t judge. That was a lifelong goal of mine…) From Africa, we flew to Delhi and endured the trials and tribulations of India and Sri Lanka before going our separate ways home.
Yes, I have to admit it: I’m addicted to travel. I want to learn about the world. I find myself endlessly curious about new cultures and new people. Travel is the driving force of my life.
Apart from traveling, I love food. I obsessively love food. I love to laugh and drink wine and eat and cook. I will try anything once: snake blood and homemade whiskey in Vietnam, barbequed scorpions from a food stall on the streets of Bangkok, or even sketchy-looking street meat from dirty stalls at a bus stop in rural India. Both my doctor and I are amazed I haven’t caught some sort of deadly parasite over the years… *knock on wood *
I consider myself independent and strong: in every sense of the word except physical. In fact, I often have trouble opening water bottles on my own. My friends believe I would most definitely die of dehydration locked in a room full of unopened Dasani bottles…
I LOVE puns, and I HATE biking. I am incredibly indecisive and I don’t have an all-time favourite anything. Even the thought of picking favourites stresses me out…
I am no fun to be around when I am hungry. Getting “Hangry” (Hungry and Angry) is my one serious downfall (easily solved by a snack – seriously, it’s like magic).
And yet, I am certain that all of my problems can be solved by sunshine, a run and a skinny vanilla latte from Starbucks. When the world looks bleak, this is an unbeatable combination!
Over the years, I have had my heart broken countless times: by men, by friends and by the things I have seen in the world around me. But I truly believe that, for every sad moment in my life, there will be a happy one to replace it in the future. Without the bad times we cannot appreciate the good… and most of the time, disaster goes hand-in-hand with an EXCELLENT story!
Happy Travels and thank you in advance to all who read, comment or follow my blog.