I was 27 years old when I decided to take a one year sabbatical from my job. Many of my friends had already taken a gap year in their early twenties, so I was very late to the travelling game.
I wanted to do it a little different from the normal type of gap year. Gone were the ideas of heading to Thailand for a hedonistic fueled month of partying followed by working and living in Australia for six months before a quick stop over in America. No, for me I wanted a challenge, I wanted and adventure, to escape my comfort zone and travel to the unknown. All I knew that on June, 3, 2007 at 21:25 my train was leaving Moscow bound for Mongolia. The rest of the journey I would make up as I went along.
So many unexpected highlights. Visiting Tibet. Sleeping on beaches in Mexico. Swimming with Great White Sharks. and I could never tire of watching sunsets and sunrises from the different corners of the world.
That year away changed my life forever, and changed me for the better. I became more confident with strangers, outgoing and curious about our world.
I have so many tales to tell, photographs to show and memories which i’ll cherish forever. It was such a wonderful time of my life.
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Back in 2007/8 I blogged extensively about my gap year around the world.
I guess this is my final Oscar speech of the trip. I sit here in my old bedroom from my teenage days, no more Claudia Schiffer or Cindy Crawford posters on the wall, no Spectrum computer, and no green shag carpet. I have over 3000 slides to sift through and plan the...
Six months have flown by, some days I think I've seen and done lot, other days I feel like I haven't seen nearly enough. I now have six months left with no itinerary. The only thing I know is in September I shall be returning back to South Africa to be reunited with...
I can confirm that it still exists in South Africa.
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