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My name’s Sam and I have a confession: I’m a travel addict. Seeing the world, embracing new cultures, meeting new people – it’s my favourite pastime. So when I found myself at one of life’s crossroads aged 31, I decided it was time for another adventure. Only this one had to be my biggest trip yet – the mother of all holidays. Why? Well, my then-husband and I had been busily planning our future: new house, renovations…preparing the nest for the arrival of children. Finally, the house was ready. Only the children never came. I had a series of painful operations until I was eventually told that my only hope of becoming a mother was IVF. Already tiring of the long and stressful journey towards parenthood, we decided that an altogether different journey should come before the intrusive fertility treatment: a round-the-world trip lasting six months. Neither of us had ever been backpacking before, so we figured it was now or never. We certainly wouldn’t get to do it if the treatment was successful, after all.
 
Having made the bold decision to go, thanks to the wonders of Google the rest was surprisingly easy. We did our research and got a fantastic deal comprising 13 flights in total, leaving a few months later, in September 2008. We would fly from Heathrow into Sao Paulo, Brazil, then Argentina, Peru, Bolivia, Chile, New Zealand, Australia, Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, Laos, then back to Thailand for a few weeks relaxation before flying home to London in March.
 
Once the trip was booked we were buzzing with excitement, and set about planning the finer details: getting injections for scary exotic diseases we’d never heard of such as Japanese encephalitis; researching the merits of various different types of rucksacks; buying new clothes, from hiking gear and fleeces to flip-flops and swimwear. Laying it all out on the bed in the spare room, we eyed the mountain of clothes versus the size of the rucksack dubiously. How on Earth would we fit it all in? Vacuum bags and compression sacks were our saviours, sucking the air out of everything in order to free up valuable space. So much so that I then managed to squeeze a travel iron, hairdryer and straighteners into my backpack (much to the amusement of the hippy types we met on our travels).
 
When the day finally came to leave our jobs we were bouncing off the walls with excitement. You know that lighter-than-air feeling you get when leaving work to go on a two-week holiday? Well multiply that by a thousand and you still won’t come close to the sheer euphoria we felt, knowing we were about to disappear around the world for Six. Whole. Months. We were ecstatic! Saying goodbye to our families was emotional, and as we boarded that first flight we did feel slightly nervous: did we have enough money? Had we forgotten anything? Would some of the countries we were visiting be dangerous?
 
Upon arriving in Sao Paulo, Brazil, for the first leg of our journey, everything felt slightly surreal. We were tired from the long flight, had no idea where we were going and couldn’t speak a word of Portuguese between us. We were not used to carrying our lives on our backs at this point, and the rucksacks felt heavy and awkward. But we soon met plenty of other travellers, all treading the same well-worn path around the globe, and those nerve-racking first few days stepping outside our comfort zone were soon replaced with high spirits and an energetic lust for life that you just don’t get from doing the hamster-in-a-wheel 9-to-5 back home. Every day of the trip was jam-packed with the most amazing experiences, such as hiking the Inca trail through the mountains of Peru, exploring the tombs of Angkor Wat in Cambodia and skydiving over Lake Taupo in New Zealand. We watched the sun come up over Ayers Rock, spent Christmas on Bondi Beach in Sydney, and saw in the New Year at a Full Moon Party on Koh Phangan, Thailand, with 30,000 other revellers. Every single day was an unforgettable adventure. That’s not to say it was all plain sailing – we had some hair-raising moments too, such as child drug-runners pointing guns at us in the favelas in Rio…and cycling for six hours down the gravel mountain paths of The World’s Most Dangerous Road in Bolivia on battered old BMXs, whizzing passing memorials to the 300+ people who die on that road each year. Terrifying!
The World’s Most Dangerous Road, Bolivia
 
 Despite the challenging moments, those six months were the most exhilarating of my life. We met so many people: fellow backpackers who we’re still in contact with today, ten years on; fascinating indigenous tribespeople, and tons of amazing characters from all walks of life. I wrote a blog throughout the trip and old friends and colleagues would follow it and arrange to meet up with us at various points along the way. I reckon I learnt more about geography, politics, art, history, and culture in those six months than in my entire time at grammar school.
With our fellow Inca Trail hikers, Peru
It sounds cheesy, but we came back from that trip different people: wiser, more accepting, less materialistic – with a changed outlook on the world we live in. It truly opened our eyes, and I would wholeheartedly recommend it to anyone. We never did get the family we were hoping for, despite multiple IVF attempts upon our return, but if I had managed to have children of my own I’d have taken them abroad as often and to as many far-flung destinations as possible. If you are thinking of planning an adventure, I’d say go for it! The clothes and shoes you buy now won’t mean much to you in ten years’ time…but the travel memories you acquire will last a lifetime. For me, adventures win over ‘stuff’ every time.   
Breathtaking views over Machu Picchu, Peru
This article first appeared at Adventure Meetups here. If reading this has whet your appetite for an adventure of your own, check out their website: www.adventuremeetups.com.

Sam x

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www.samgoessolo.blogspot.com
www.mummymission.blogspot.com
www.worldwidewalsh.blogspot.com

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So the bad thing about jetlag is being wide awake from 3am. The good thing about jetlag is that I’ve done two blog assignments and written this poem – and all before 8.30… 

I’ve always valued experiences over things, and this is never clearer in my mind than upon returning from South East Asia, where people have far less stuff but always seem so much happier than us Western folk. Can you relate?

The Thing About Things 

The thing about things
Is that objects can’t talk
They won’t laugh at your jokes
Or come out for a walk

The thing about things
Is that stuff gathers dust
It clutters your house
Or turns into rust

The thing about things
Is they can’t make you better
They won’t say the right thing
Or cheer you up with a letter

The problem with things
Is the buzz won’t last long
You hand over your money
But what’s wrong is still wrong

The things that we buy
To fill holes that we’ve found
In our souls end up filling
Big holes in the ground

So whenever you think about buying a thing
Consider the happiness it may bring
If the thing won’t benefit your heart or your head
Put it back on the shelf
And buy an adventure instead.

landfill site
photo credit

Sam x

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www.samgoessolo.blogspot.com
www.mummymission.blogspot.com
www.worldwidewalsh.blogspot.com

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Having travelled to some far-flung places and met people from all walks of life, I’d say that some of the happiest, most grounded people I’ve ever met were the ones who had the least ‘stuff.’

 helping at a school in Vietnam

Now don’t get me wrong, I like nice things. Who doesn’t? I’m like a magpie when it comes to anything sparkly. If it glimmers or catches the light in any way, I’m scooping it up in my beak. But as I’m getting longer in the tooth (and I mean that literally: receding gums are all part of the ageing process I’m told), I’m finding I’d rather spend my hard-earned wonga on experiences and travel rather than inanimate objects that will inevitably gather dust – and one thing I loathe is housework. So why would I want to pay good money to clutter up my little terraced house with things that will ultimately necessitate more cleaning? No ta! Give me a mini-break or a night out with the girls any day of the week.

There’s something liberating about cancelling all but the most essential direct debits and giving excess clothes to the local Oxfam – although it can feel weird seeing a perfect stranger trotting down the high street in one of your old outfits. I remember once taking a bag of old clothes into work with the intention of dropping them at the local Cancer Research shop on the way home, when a colleague offered to do it for me. Imagine my surprise when he came into work the following week casually sporting my gothy old floor-length leather coat.

Obviously part of the reason for buying less when you get to my ripe old age is that you’re more likely to be fortunate enough to have everything you need; gone are the years of living in a tiny flat full of mismatched hand-me-downs donated by various well-meaning rellies, whose contents were functional rather than fashionable. I’m now the proud owner of a stylish Dyson rather than the ancient vacuum cleaner I used to have, which put more dustballs onto the carpet than it sucked up. Swirling Seventies-print curtains are no longer hurting my eyes, and I don’t have to peel my feet from sticky fourth-hand carpets with onimous-looking stains. Ahh, the memories of starting out in that first rented flat!

Having replaced all those nightmare items, though, somewhere in my mid-twenties came this ugly desire for MORE. No sooner did I have my own flat, than I wanted a house. Then a better house; a bigger house; the biggest we could afford! Living in Essex didn’t help, where everyone wants to be Charlie Big Potatoes, and the ostentatious nouveau riche brashly flash their cash.

The law of the land in Essex was such that everyone seemed to be competing to be skinnier, blonder and browner than their neighbours. Luckily I’ve got naturally light blonde hair (brownie points for me!), but when I think of the countless hours spent creosoting my body with fake tan and sucking in my belly with Spanx…..I was inadvertently trying to emulate a Pepperami.

Oh I was a bit of an animal alright.

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Fast forward 10 years and I just can’t be faffed with all that. Yes I try to look good, but my clothes are more likely to be Primani than Armani. I like my little house. I don’t own a car (although that’s more to do with being a public menace on the roads than not wanting to show off in a spanking new Merc). For me now it’s all about doing rather than having. Give me a few rounds of cocktails and a juicy steak with a mate over another new top any day.

This may in part be due to the fact I’m no longer married and have no children of my own. What felt like the end of the world a few years ago has now led to a seismic shift in my attitudes – if there’s no-one to leave it to, why strive for all this stuff in the first place? Far from sounding morose, this realisation has actually been pretty liberating.

You can’t take it with you. All those shoes, chests-of-drawers and nick-nacks will eventually get slung into landfill after I shuffle off this mortal coil, so why create more work for the house clearance guys?

The physical clutter to show I once existed on this Earth will end up as firewood, but the memories of my life, the things I actually DID and the adventures that I’ve had, well they are the important things and will be forever in my heart…

at the Argentinian salt flats

This article has also appeared in So magazine.

 

Sam x


Fancy reading my back-story before you go any further? You can find my other blogs at:

www.costaricachica1.blogspot.com
www.samgoessolo.blogspot.com
www.mummymission.blogspot.com
www.worldwidewalsh.blogspot.com

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Twitter: @SamanthaWalsh76 (Life:ABird’sEyeView)
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