Spiritual Journey’s And Travel: Totally Not Just A Romantic Notion


I very often meet people in life who have romantic visions of travel, they’ll tell me how much they want to go here or there and how beautiful the world is and how my life must be amazing because I travel so much. Yes, anyone whose read this blog long enough knows anyone can do what I do but that’s beside the point, travel is something we romanticize more than any other journey in our lives.

In the same hostel where I met the worst intestinal parasite ever a book almost fell into my hands from their book exchange. I had been reading much of Gabrielle Bernstein’s work online and had watched her youtube clips before I’d taken off on this latest adventure. I liked her and was aware of her but she wasn’t influencing my life any more than cute cat clips on youtube do at that point in time.

That was until her book fell off the shelf in the book exchange and I began reading it.

I lay in a hammock for almost the entire day while my friends’ were out on an adventure tour. I flipped through the pages and wrote reflections in my travel journal.

Then later that night I noticed Gabbie’s insights coming to life. In my room there was a few new backpackers, one of them had several answers that I had been seeking. I was so happy to meet her and that she had given me insights I sorely needed at the time and that would change the course of my trip and also my perspective on life and perception (ie. If you think you’re having a good time, you do. If you think you’ll have a bad time you will).

The next morning, without doing all the touristic adventure tours that this area of Guatemala was known for, I jumped on a bus and from that moment on started letting go of the things that weren’t serving me and of the feelings of expectation I was receiving from people outside of myself: from readers of my blog, from friends and family back home, from other travellers (and trust me, we push much of our travel expectations onto one another as travellers – there is very little recognition of me being on my own journey same as you). I just practiced gratitude (I am so greatful for the opportunity to be here) and mindfulness (Being in that moment, not waiting for the next great thing to happen, but remaining where I was).

After only a week or two of practicing mindfulness and gratitude I was noticing huge shifts in my thinking and behavior. I was free internally rather than just externally (having the ability to travel). I wasn’t being held down under the weight of anyone’s expectations least of all my own.

The truth is, I have so far to go but I wanted to share the beginning of my spiritual journey with you guys.

When I was open to it – I received the wisdom I needed, and still do every single day.

What about you guys, does travel have a spiritual component for you? Is there a great story you would like to share about how you first accepted spirituality into your life?

Intestinal Parasites And A Warning From An Experienced Traveller

Out of professional courtesy, I have chosen not to name the hostel in this story, although unlikely, perhaps they were unaware that they were feeding travellers dirty food

After last weeks’ post about travel not being the romantic ideal people make it out to be, I received an email from one reader asking me about a recent travel upset so decided to talk about this one. A potentially funny story (depending on how much you enjoy toilet humor) with a bit of travel health advice attached. Enjoy!


I had heard of this hostel when I was in Mexico and Belize. Famous on the Central American backpacker route I should have known it would be difficult to get a bed there, but I showed up without a booking as I always had. It took the staff doing a quick bed check (unsure of how accurate their books were) to find me what they thought was their last bed as the sun was setting.

I was exhausted having travelled on Guatemala’s worst roads in what can only be called a tin with wheels attached I was ready for bed when I looked up and saw some people I’d met in Belize eating an early dinner, they asked me to join.

While we were eating and before happy hour (conveniently) two other Aussie’s came to join us, these boys’ were hardened backpackers but had had a problem.

If you have a weak stomach or are eating, you might want to skip the next paragraph and just read, “tummy trouble” and that I’d been warned not to eat the hostels food, only to be told by the girls’ that the food was fine (it wasn’t, should have listened to first advice).

The boys’ were on the bus to the next backpacker town when one of them started to feel very ill suddenly, he got the bus to pull over and run into the bushes. He described his experience as “coming out both ends, incredibly painful.” I stifled a laugh and he looked me square in the eye, “NO. Really, they wouldn’t let me stay on the bus, we had to come back here.” The bus driver had turned around and driven them back to the hostel. “Don’t eat the food here. I was vomiting into my cooler all the way back.” The girls’ I was eating with shrugged the comments off. “The food here is fine! I eat it and there is nothing wrong with me!” said our working-class British friend through the spinach caught in her teeth.

I ate my supper anyway and went to bed early. At two AM I was awoken by a couple coming back to the dorm together. Having no time to pretend to be asleep while they stripped each other down in the middle of the room, I ran past them and for the toilet.

I was sick for two weeks until I gave in and saw a doctor (I wanted to wait for an international doctor but ended up seeing a doctor in a small village and using my poor Spanish to talk about my problem).

The doctor gave me drugs and the bug died. I lost about 8 kilo’s too from dehydration and the lack of appetite which came with the tummy bug.

My hope with sharing this story with you guys’ is that you will please, please listen to people who tell you the food (or water) is not safe as this was a very painful experience for me. Also, see a doctor straight away. The symptoms don’t get better on their own.

Over to you now! Have you seen a doctor while travelling? What was your experience?

Don’t Let Anyone Mushroom You About Travel

A friend of mine in the UK was complaining about her manager, she said he was mushroom managing her and launched into a tirade about how much it sucked she wasn’t being told anything. At the time I patiently listened and didn’t interrupt – not even to ask what mushroom management was – after we spoke however, I did some googling.

According to Urban Dictionary:

mushroom management

A management philosophy prescribing to the theory that to best motivate your employees, you must at all times:

  1. Keep them in the dark.

  2. Feed them full of shit.

I thought this was such a great expression! Mushroom management! Being that I wasn’t working at the time – I was travelling – I couldn’t use it but then started thinking of how much it related to travel.

Entering into a lava tunnel on Isla Isabella, Galapagos Islands. I didn't know then how much my claustrophobia would be put to the test...

Entering into a lava tunnel on Isla Isabella, Galapagos Islands. I didn’t know then how much my claustrophobia would be put to the test…

When I was in the Galapagos Islands for example, I had the ferry ride from hell. I was so sick on the ride that I had to lean over the side several times, losing my lunch as well as my dignity. Later after finding a hotel I had a shower and washed my hair before catching a friend for dinner.

I said to her earnestly, “Everyone has these romantic ideas around travel, but today I threw up in my hair!” she thought this was the funniest statement and told me I should write it down (well here it is, I do hope she is reading!)

This is very true though – people are always mushrooming you about travel. At the time that people are travelling, it’s hard. They’re lost in a foreign land with no real idea where they’re going or what they’re doing, they have language barriers to contend with and often other things that crop up too, people taking advantage of their not knowing the city or country, being robbed, mugged or ripped off, weather extremes you wouldn’t believe, never having a decent nights sleep and having to function above how they would have to at home just to navigate this strange land.

A Galapagos Sea Lion moments before it attacked someone who was sitting nearby. Doesn't look aggressive, does it?

A Galapagos Sea Lion moments before it attacked someone who was sitting nearby. Doesn’t look aggressive, does it?

I love travel, but I’m under no illusions that it’s hard work.

Sure, we post pictures of nice beaches and cool animals to Instagram but the reality is that to get to that nice beach we had to walk through some pretty shady parts of a highly dangerous city to find the ferry terminal and to see that animal we had to pay an extra few thousand dollars in flights and learn enough of the local language to find a hotel, a restaurant, a taxi, whatever.

Travel is not easy, at all, ever.

But I still love it and I can’t see myself seeing the world any other way, even if I had a lot more money. I just feel so much richer from being forced to learn another language, from being forced into close quarters with such a variety of interesting people, from being forced to eat the local food and to find it’s absolutely amazing!

Horses warming down after informal street racing (where I almost got hit)

Horses warming down after informal street racing (where I almost got hit)

Travel isn’t romantic at all and it’s far from easy, but it makes me happy so I’m going to keep doing it.

Even though travel is hard, you still want more of it too right?

Travelling Creatives: Wandering The World, Making Art

Travel really brings out creativity in people, to live an unconventional life of travelling freely for extended periods of time people have to get creative.

Artisans from a nomadic tribe currently in Guatemala create beautiful jewelry

Artisans from a nomadic tribe currently in Guatemala create beautiful jewelry

While I was in the UK I was staying in hostels (or living in hostels technically when you consider the length of time) and while I was there I met some of the most talented musicians I think I have ever met in my life. I felt so much richer just for having been enchanted by their art.

In South America the creative types morph from buskers with guitars into jugglers, circus folk and artisans who make jewellery, handicrafts and even bars of soap to sell in their pursuit of a live lived on the road. These guys’ seem to be living a much rougher lifestyle from the outside however, they seem much happier than their often better-off European busking cousins.

In the past I’ve also met traveling hairdressers, the best hair cut I ever had was in a hostel in Belize. They’re every bit as creative in their marketing to backpackers for fast cash before moving onto the next town as the traditional artisan creatives.


Being around all of these creative types feels amazing! While in Edinburgh I was nudged by some musicians who were living in the hostel to come to a bar and listen to music. Sounds unremarkable as most bars with live music tend to put a band on themselves however, this bar had just opened the floor to anyone who was interested in playing. As a result half of the bar was talented musicians and the other half was people like myself who happily listened. The bar was so full of people one could hardly move but that didn’t matter, you had no reason to want to go anywhere. To buy a drink one would pass their money to the bar from person-to-person (a lot of trust here) and then have their drink passed back from person-to-person (even more trust when you consider how much Scot’s love a drink!). It was such a great experience and one I will cherish always, it really fed my soul.

Being as surrounded by creative energy as I am while on the road I want to dust off a guitar and learn to play again, or start up my own travelling micro-business in handicrafts or to learn to cut hair so I can cut travellers hair and make enough to travel onwards.

Sadly, I am lacking in these areas at the moment. I am a writer and find great pleasure in a quiet corner of a hostel common room, tea mug in hand writing for my blog and for my personal travel journal. This is my creative streak expressed.

Although writing is solitary I know it won’t make me quick money like busking or selling jewellery will. Perhaps I should have polished some other skills before I left home. Hindsight is twenty-twenty!


Do you have skills that can make you money on the road? If so, will/do you use them to aid your travels?

Goodbye Scotland, can’t say I miss ‘ye


It’s not that I didn’t have a good time in Scotland: I learned plenty, saw some beautiful landscapes and castles (as anyone on my Instagram will tell you) and came into contact with a culture I’d been curious about for some time. Meeting a Scot abroad is not the same as meeting one in their homeland so I knew I would need to go to the place to get a real feeling for why the people are the way they are and also to meet more of these lovely people.

But then there were the other things. Edinburgh my chosen city was full of foreigners, although I love a good international city the rich Scottish culture I had been seeking wasn’t as strong as I’d hoped. The scots I met there (outside of service jobs which the Scots and indeed anyone no-one in the UK excels at) were generally nice people with a few exceptions as happens anywhere else in the world.

People chilling out in the grave yard at lunch time: Only a Scot wouldn't notice how depressing that is!

People chilling out in the grave yard at lunch time: Only a Scot wouldn’t notice how depressing that is!


I had my heart set on Scotland, and Edinburgh in particular so the idea of moving back down to London or to another UK city didn’t really appeal to me right in that moment. I tried Glasgow (a nightmare from the first), Belfast held little interest for more than a day trip, I had previously decided London was too big and crazy for me (still love you though London!). Generally nothing else really fit the bill for what I wanted – a small city with charm and great food and night life.

Although this feeling has changed after leaving the UK, I wonder how much of that is nostalgia or me not knowing I had a good thing when I had it.One needs to give herself some time to consider this as the obstacles for working in the UK as an Aussie are quite difficult.


I swear, Edinburgh has the biggest Sea Gulls! Pretty sure their dogs are smaller...

I swear, Edinburgh has the biggest Sea Gulls! Pretty sure their dogs are smaller…


One of the big barriers for me was the cost of living in the UK and the fact that as an Australian who was in the country legally it was near impossible for me to do basic things you need to do before I can work like getting a national insurance number (a tax requirement for anyone working in the UK) and setting up a bank account. I met plenty of Aussie’s who’d given up on working legally despite the hundreds of dollars they had spent on the visa and who were working illegally for cash and earning much less than the minimum wage (the UK minimum wage is not a living wage to start with). Some as low as four pounds an hour which is lunch money.

I never thought the move would be easy but it really was an uphill battle right from the start. Without the option for legal work, I would be stuck working illegally in industries outside my own (I’m a scientist) and would be living underneath the poverty line in foreign country. What about my dreams of international travel within Europe? About a wonderful resume when I return home with yet more international experience?

It got dark at around 11pm but was cold much, much sooner that far north.

It got dark at around 11pm but was cold much, much sooner that far north.

Taking a look around at this situation you can imagine what I did next. The next logical step after touring the UK and visiting all those castles and ruins I was so crazy about was to book a one-way ticket to Mexico! Didn’t see that coming? Not on my Instagram then?

If you’ve had similar issues with travel plans not going quite to plan, I’d love to hear them! Please share in the comments below. Or just commiserate with me. Poor girl, has her health but cannot live in cold, dreary Scotland! Must be so hard!

How I became the mascot of the Scots Dragoon Guard (Scottish Cavalry)


It was dinner time and like any good visitor to Scotland, I was looking for a pub that served cold beers and hot food. feet made tired from constant pounding on the cobble stones I turned into the nearest pub and made a bee line for the bar through the crowd of old Scottish guys’. While waiting at the bar it occurred to me all at once that I was in the tourist district of Edinburgh, there were never any Scottish people here. At least not in these numbers. I turned to one of the older gents’ and he started to tell me his story.

Tomorrow there would be a march down the royal mile to celebrate 200 years since Waterloo and these fellas were all marching. They were part of the Scots Dragoon Guard and explained to me that it was the Scottish cavalry. Since then I have visited several sites around Scotland and have learned a heap about their military history. Below is an extract taken from Army.mod.uk:

“The Royal Scots Dragoon Guards are Scotland’s most senior and only regular cavalry regiment, formed in 1678”

Now, these guys were not the original Scots DG (although, they looked old enough! Just kidding!). The men in front of me had been all over the world and being that I love a good story of adventure I did plenty of listening as I sipped my beer.

One of the fellas owned the bar and was giving me beers to taste (whole pints mind!) and another lad was giving me small mementos of my visit to the pub, Scots DG pins and a bracelet were promptly pushed into my hands and I was told it would be rude not to take them so I did.

After the bracelet was placed around my wrist this tipsy Scot was walking me around to show someone else. The other gent was mildly upset that I had been given the band as I was clearly not a member of the Scots DG and wouldn’t even know what to do with a horse. Then it came out, “She’s our wee mascot!”

I looked at my new friend confused, “What do you mean your mascot? Like that little boy the Aussie soldiers stole and took home with them?” He looked at me perplexed as I told him about the small boy who had been adopted as a mascot by an Australian regiment and one soldier who took particularly kindly to this orphan had smuggled him back into Australia and raised him as his own son.

The scots laughed, then started telling each other about their new Australian mascot. At this stage I had been in the pub drinking for several hours and still had not eaten. These fellas were really drunk too and I couldn’t understand their now very thick Scottish accents half the time. I smiled, made my excuses and left.

Petting a manta ray... do you see my pretty blue Scots DG Bracelet?

Petting a manta ray in Belize… do you see my pretty blue Scots DG Bracelet?

Meeting people now, I often am asked about the story of the bands on my wrist, so I tell them the tale of how I became the mascot for the Scottish Dragoon Guard, a senior cavalry regiment in a bar in Edinburgh.

I think it’s a good story anyway.

We Are The Cultural Weirdos

I can laugh at myself - trying on top hats in The Museum Of London's gift shop

I can laugh at myself – trying on top hats in The Museum Of London’s gift shop

I met one of my now closest friends outside a bar in my hometown of Melbourne. She was new to Melbourne after moving from abroad and we got into a long conversation about cultural differences and cultural oddities that she had found while staying in Australia. The kind of conversation that goes something like, “you do this so differently to how we do it back home, that’s something to get used to!” and maybe even a bit of, “why do you do this? We do it better: copy us!” followed by my smiling then pointing out that it’s not done better, just done differently in the different culture.

I love to talk about culture and will be the first to bring it up but this time was different, I was getting much deeper insights than what I would usually receive in casual conversation. Some of what I was hearing might have been a bit difficult to listen to and inaccurate at times but was all very educational.

Then out of nowhere it seems I called her a weirdo. She looked at me strangely as I explained, those who travel or who keenly become expats are similar to those who’re hugely curious about travel and the world outside of them (say, the readers of this blog for instance) they’re also similar to those who will go out of their way to get to know foreigners while they are still in their own country as I was doing with my friend.

If you are getting all your needs met by your own culture, you have no interest in looking outside of that culture so wouldn’t be terribly interested in travel as a way of learning about another place and may just be interested in holidays on the beach or other pleasurable activities while spending time with friends’ from home. Likely the same person would go to a bar and be too busy with their friends to talk to others’. They’re just happy with their life as it is.

Travellers are all cultural weirdo’s because they never seem quite satisfied with what they have at home, they feel the need to look outside of their culture because they’re not getting all their needs met by that culture. In some instances sure, people just don’t fit into their own culture. Perhaps they are a third culture child or when everyone was trying to stand out as a misfit in school they genuinely did feel different from their peers.

I am writing this post in part because I have had this conversation with so many fellow travellers since leaving home and most have had eureka moments that I wanted to share this with you all and see if you felt the same way.

Are you a cultural weirdo too?

Travel Jobs: (often illegal) Bar work

“Hey, you were here last night, weren’t you?” John from Nha Trang, Vietnam asks me, smiling. “No, I passed by and you tried to get me to come into your bar but I went home – long days’ travel.” I explain, looking him dead in the eye and seeing all of the boredom and loneliness there. I hate it when people’s eyes are not sparkling – it makes me sad to knowing they’re sad.

(Photo credit: Sam Howzit)

(Photo credit: Sam Howzit)

Many, many travellers have picked up bar work sometimes legally but often illegally all over the world. I’ve seen some of this in my own country Australia but also in Asia, Europe and North America. These guy’s risk having their passport blacklisted and live a life with a revolving door of new acquaintances, horrid hours, low or no pay, in a constant state of drunk or hangover which will leave the most seasoned drinker praying for it to end.

When I travelled to Lagos, Portugal the only thing bar workers needed was an ability to get drunk and party until the wee hours then repeat their performance for three to five months. Unlike most of the gigs in Asia, these guys’ were getting paid so they could afford to eat decent(ish) food, they’d do a few hours work in a hostel as well in exchange for a place to sleep at night (or rather, in the day) and free alcohol. Not a job for saving money, but enough to stretch out your travel just that few months’ longer which can be enough for some people.

In Lagos, I met Chrissy, an Australian (Legos had only a few nationalities: Portugese (minority), English, Irish, Scottish, Australian), she had beautiful, long blonde hair and a body appreciated by most bar guys, and their patrons. I went out with her for a drink one night when she had a daggy sweater on yet she still had half a dozen guys’ hitting on her and clambering to buy her drinks.

Later I met another Aussie called Mark who was deeply lonely and broke. The season proper had not started yet and he like John of Vietnam, Mark already had no light in his eyes. I stayed in the same hostel four nights, I think he had a different female visitor at least three of those nights (he was staying in a different dorm, thank god!).

Chrissy was smart and although she had been offered a job, told the bar she was doing some backpacking and would be back later in the season, could she start work then? Sure, whatever you want they said. I knew myself that she wouldn’t be back, what’s the appeal in this life for her?

Have you worked in a backpacker bar while travelling to sustain yourself? Am I unfair in my assessment? If I am, would you recommend this gig to other travellers? Please share your experience and opinion in the comments below.

What qualifies me to give you travel advice

I read a lot of junk on the internet, plenty of it written by self-proclaimed experts in their fields. Most of the experts are just regular people who have plenty of experience in one area. For example, if someone has 10 years marketing experience, they might call themselves a marketing expert online. It sounds better than just talking about their experience, right?

Recently a friend introduced me as a “travel expert”. I had to laugh at this then thought about it, I guess I am as much an expert as people on the internet as I travel extensively, research widely and have several years’ experience at this, but that’s not why you should listen to me when you are planning your travel.

Berlin-Wall--Adventurer-StaceyI have said it before and I will say it again: on the road, I have made a lot of mistakes. I have gotten lost, gotten ripped off and potentially put myself at huge risks, with the thought in mind that I can handle anything. Worst of all, I get scared about travel and have my own fears of the unknown.

These things are natural and human, mistakes are common, fears are more so. Overcoming those fears is less common and getting back on the horse after making big mistakes and getting on with it is less so as well. I could have given up my dreams of travel at any time and retreated back to my comfort zone, but I didn’t and I won’t finish travelling until I feel happy with my personal achievements.

Travelling solo in NYC I made some new friends, check them out!

Travelling solo in NYC I made some new friends, check them out!

Travel has helped me develop as a person, to find my strengths in communication and negotiation and gave me the opportunity to exercise my personal charm and capacity for empathy. Travel has thought me a lot and continues to teach me. I am a student of life and love that the whole world is my classroom!

Right now I am in the UK at the beginning of my working holiday. It’s been a really good time full of new adventures and exploration. I have allowed myself the freedom to go anywhere in the UK and will be exploring more of Westeros the UK in this next two years than I ever have before. I’ll explore Europe further at a slower pace than I have in the past as a backpacker speeding about.

Free Falling (the wind in my cheeks!)

Free Falling (the wind in my cheeks!)

It was my travel dream to be here and I am achieving that as you read this. If you are going to get advice from someone that someone should have been where you are in the past and be living their dream now. To inspire you, they have to be doing what you want to be doing, right? I think I qualify.

What’s your travel dream? What do you want out of travel? In years from now when you’re in a nursing home talking to all the other elderly women and men, what will you tell them? Will you tell them you followed your dreams and had your own adventures or that you let your fears stop you?

NYC-Central_Park-Adventurer-StaceyTime to take the next step? As always, I’m here to help and am available for travel consulting sessions via skype. Yes, even in old Blighty, I’m here for you guys.

Fear getting in the way of your travel plans?

Where would you go if you weren’t afraid? No really, I want an answer. I know many readers will say something like “Africa! But I can’t because…” and this makes me sad.

The world is a wonderful place and people generally wish you well when you visit their countries. A greater majority of people do not go out of their way to hurt you and the people who do are a sad minority.

Aside from warnings from your government, you should be able to travel everywhere. Any reason you come up with can be worked around, let me give you some examples.


“I want to go to South America but I’m scared to go there alone…”

This one I hear a lot. South America in particular doesn’t have a great reputation. It’s all drug wars and kidnappings. Think though about all of the solo women who travel here every year and there are plenty of those. Amongst the people I have on facebook at the moment I’d say at least half a dozen travelled South America alone with few problems. One of them did get mugged but told me that it wasn’t a scary experience. I’m unsure what to make of that but do think it’s important to share. Sometimes bad things happen on the road, sometimes bad things happen at home but that doesn’t (I hope) stop you from walking down the street to the shops, does it?

“I have money worries…”

Money is a highly emotional topic for people and money worries are very common. I’ve written on the topic in the past and I know your worries are something personal you’ll have to overcome that may take you time. Sorry to break the bad news to you, there’s no quick fix to this one but it is a great opportunity for some personal growth.

"We've got your back!" said safety turtle. Photo credit: flickr user fugm10

“We’ve got your back!” said safety turtle. Photo credit: flickr user fugm10

“I want to go to a Muslim country but don’t want to wear their clothes and want to drink!”

This one is difficult. Drinking is likely something you will need to give up for your stay, unless you’re going to Dubai where there are bars for westerners. Wearing a garment to cover your body if you’re a woman is something you will need to do in some countries or face legal penalties, even Australia’s female foreign minister had to wear a headscarf. Evaluate how much you want to visit that place, what you hope to get out of your visit and weather it’s worth the sacrifices. If you decide it is, go for it.

“I miss my family and friends when I travel, I get pretty lonely!”

The best advice I can give for this one is live where you are. If you’re in a foreign city for the night travelling for work or even for pleasure and haven’t met anyone who speaks your language and are starting to feel the pinch of culture shock, maybe you should consider finding a local bar expats hang out at (hotel and hostel staff may be able to help), a restaurant run by people from your homeland or even calling home. Calling home may seem the easiest option and you may want to take it but bear in mind you will likely be crying your eyes out and saying things they’ll remind you about later. I called an old boyfriend when I was homesick a few years ago. He always remembered and relayed back to me the embarrassing things I’d said. If you’re ready for that then go ahead, dial the number.


“Something happened at home, what do I do?”

This one’s difficult and not easy for me to give advice on as I’m not you. If it’s a situation that your presence can change for the better maybe you’ll want to consider flying home. If it’s not something you can do much about, then consider keeping in touch with your family as events unfold. Email, facebook and watsapp are all great for this. The best way to know what to do when you don’t know what to do is to close your eyes and just breathe deep, the right answer will come to you as you likely know that it is but aren’t listening to yourself.

“Mum’s worried about…”

You’ve just worked through a bunch of issues, your mum might have some of her own. Let her talk then logic through the emotional hurdles. Let her know you care about her and her feelings but this trip is important for these reasons. She will still worry but will do so less and likely more quietly.


Your turn! What were your biggest worries when you first travelled? How did you overcome them? If you’re not travelling yet, what are your current worries and how are you/will you deal/ing with them?