Not quite as exciting as the imminent disintegration of One Direction, I give you Vague Direction… a general outline of my travel history and future plans, as well as what I want to do with this blog.
I will be writing this travel blog in homage to the good old fashioned ramble, as the definitions the Oxford English Dictionary provided me with were bang on the money…
ram•ble (ˈræm bəl)
- -bled, -bling,
- to wander around in a leisurely, aimless manner; stroll.
- to take a course with many turns or windings, as a stream or path.
- to grow or spread in a random, unsystematic fashion, as a vine.
- to talk or write in a discursive, aimless manner: The speaker rambled on endlessly.
- to walk aimlessly or idly over or through.
- a leisurely walk without a definite route, taken merely for pleasure.
[1610–20; orig. uncertain]
‘A leisurely walk without a definite route’ / ‘to take a course with many turns or windings’.
I mean – this is pretty apt. In all honesty, I feel as if the last time I was absolutely certain that I was headed definitively in the right direction was as I exited the womb, and even then I managed to emerge half-strangled by my own umbilical cord.
Essentially, I am armed with a trusty laptop, a GoPro Hero 4 Black Edition that I have absolutely no idea how to use, two months of backpacking through Thailand and Australia to write up retrospectively and a one-way Emirates flight to Auckland; quite possibly the most expensive bag of Ready Steady Cook ingredients Ainsley Harriott has ever seen. I also plan to write up some more local trips and days out in the UK, particularly around Cambridge, London and Bristol – cities which I visit frequently, as well as a couple of jaunts in Europe – most recently Amsterdam.
Being someone who is massively guilty of lusting over other peoples travel blogs and tips, I wanted to offer up some of my own during my kiwi countdown. The reason for this is two-fold: firstly, I’d like to help anyone else contemplating doing something similar to me, and secondly, because I spend 80% of my time talking about New Zealand and I feel like my nearest and dearest deserve a break… Stand by for organisational waffling on travel insurance, cameras, visas, budgets and my never-ending to-do lists, all of course typed up between laps of my living room in pyjamas and my new walking boots. (I’m breaking them in, not just a loser.)
With regards to my NZ plans – in Jan 2016 the blog will be taking a rather sharp turn back towards Australasia where I’ll be deserting friends, family and job and heading into the heavily clichéd ‘unknown’ or rather onto a plane in Gatwick Airport and then aboard a Kiwi Experience bus in Auckland, before tumbling clumsily into what I hope resembles a working holiday in Queenstown. That’s about as far as the plan goes. Don’t get me wrong; I bloody love me a plan, I’m not advocating the rather risky idea of NO PLAN WHATSOEVER. I’m not saying having a plan is stupid. I’m saying expecting the plan to work seamlessly is stupid.