I’m going travelling. Indefinitely. As in I have no idea when I will be back. Maybe a month. Maybe two. More likely twelve at the very least. I’m going to travel until I stop enjoying it or I run out of money. Whichever comes first.
Oh, and I leave tomorrow.
While it’s been in the pipeline since the Summer, it only became an actual feasible, this-is-going-to-happen plan just before Christmas when I finally exchanged on the sale of my London flat (I celebrated by trying on my new walking boots, pouring myself a large glass of red, and singing along, very loudly, to Frozen’s Let it Go). After that I had to tell work, then work had to tell my clients, and then I found myself bogged down in a list of jobs which seemed to frustratingly defy logic by growing every time I crossed anything off it, and this post never quite got written.
And I’m going solo. You know how in this post I said I had a much bigger solo trip planned? Well this is it.
I’m flying almost directly to Myanmar, where I will spend the maximum 28 days that a visa allows, before flying to Bangkok. These are the only two flights I have booked, and therefore the only solid plans I have. After a six of years of living in London, planning all holidays months in advance and down to the very last mouthful, I’m really keen to keep my plans loose. If I really like somewhere I will stay for a while, if I don’t I’ll move on. My rough plan at the moment is Thailand, Malaysia, a quick side trip to Cambodia to meet Sean, Singapore, where one of my oldest friends Bella lives, Indonesia, Vietnam and overland into China. Tibet, Hong Kong, Japan in October to meet Kateline, and then Tom (there, I’ve said it, you have to come out to see me now), South Korea then Taiwan. But as I said, this might very easily change. I could very well end up in Mexico sipping caipirinhas. Who knows?
I plan to travel slowly, spending more time in fewer places, and really trying to get to know towns, cities and communities as much as I can. I’ll be staying in mainly guesthouses and bed and breakfasts; neither hostels nor fancy hotels particularly interest me, and I’m going to try to ensure that my money ends up in local’s pockets as often as possible.
And I’ll obviously be eating a great deal and sampling as much street food as I dare. I already have a long list of foods I want to find and taste, and I have a cookery class booked in for Valentine’s Day (That’s THIS Saturday. I’ll be in Yangon THIS Saturday. *Takes a big gulp of wine*). I’ll share recipes with you whenever I can.
But as much as I want to travel, and I really really do, I also want to work. My biggest worry about long-term travel, and the thing that has stopped me going in the past, is coming back to the horrible emptiness of unemployment. So I’m determined to build something while I’m away, and hopefully earn enough to continue travelling for a bit longer than my current bank balance will allow. And The Very Hungry Londoner will be a big part of this. After a couple of years of it being just a guilt-inducing hobby, I’m so excited to finally be able to commit to this blog, and make it something I can be proud of. I plan to post regularly (decent internet permitting) and I have so many ideas for the sort of content I want to produce. I’m going to be feeling my way to begin with, turning this London based food blog into a food-centered travel blog (have you noticed the addition of ‘on the road’ to my new, very shiny, logo?), so please bear with me. As well as writing about all my new adventures, I can’t wait to revisit some of my other trips and share them with you. Because let’s be honest, when you’re travelling on your own, there’s not much else to do in the evenings is there?
Anyway I have a backpack that needs stuffing (I’m really trying to only take a 40 litre pack, and a 20 litre day pack, with me. I’m shedding pairs of pants at a frightening speed. I’ll let you know how I get on). My first instalment from Burma should be with you by the end of the week!