The land of raging winds. Vast, open fields that go on for miles. Clear streams and lakes with colours unknown. Endless glaciers and peaks that suddenly appear out of nowhere as the clouds part.
Where the weather always has a mind of its own and you may see four seasons in a day. Where the summer brings days that almost never end. A place that remains frozen for a good part of the year, where only a handful of hardy souls can thrive.
And a cliche it may be, but I think I left a piece of me behind.
Do you remember the first time you felt a strong urge to travel, learn about foreign people and cultures and go out and see the sights of the world?
My first (as I remember) moments of travel inspiration came from this:
(It came without the internet edition and Barack Obama at that time, of course. You can still buy it on popular e-com sites by the way, but if you’re reading this, you’re probably too old for it yourself)
I can still picture my twelve-year old self sitting with this massive tome, poring over the sections on continents, countries, geography – trying to stuff as much as I could in my little brain. This was also the basis of my first travel bucket list that featured Machu Pichu, the La Sagrada Família, the Colosseum, the Stonehenge, the Easter Island statues, blue whales (I know, what’s that doing there). More than a decade and a half later, the list is still growing, of course.
What are your earliest memories of the travel bug? How old were you at the time and where did you want to go?