As most of you probably already know, England is one of the most expensive countries in Europe. If your planning to come here, then you might be horrified researching the cost of public transport, food, hotels, and most importantly – drinks prices. But take it from me, after living in England my whole life, I can tell you confidently that it definitely can be done – even on a backpacker budget!
In short, travelling alone has improved my self confidence massively. I am definitely nowhere near as shy as I used to be, and I learned that it OK to be selfish sometimes and to prioritize my happiness over others once in a while. I have made many friends from travelling alone that I still talk to now, and because of that, I’ve always got a place to crash if i go to visit, and I am no longer scared of doing things for myself.
Have you ever had one of those facepalm moments where you think to yourself, “I’m such an idiot”? Well, I seem to have these moments at least once a week, but today I’m going to tell you about that time when I managed to miss my flight home from Barcelona – yep, you don’t have to tell me, I actually am a massive idiot sometimes. Even telling you guys about this makes me feel traumatized, I can honestly say it was one of the worst days of my life.
Why do you travel so much? What are you escaping from? Why are you so obsessed with other countries? Why do you spend ALL your money on travel? Are some questions people usually ask me.
I can honestly say Barcelona, albeit VERY touristy, is one of my favorite cities I’ve ever visited in Europe. From the work of Antoni Gaudi (which is absolutely everywhere, by the way), to the many tapas bars on and off the side streets of Las Ramblas, to the amazing nightlife, I couldn’t help but be sad to leave this amazing city behind. I did actually manage to miss my flight home from BCN because I was out clubbing all night, but that is a story for a different blog post altogether.
Bangkok – The City of Angels. I don’t know what it is about this city, but ever since I first went in 2014, I have been completely addicted. It’s hectic, the traffic is absolutely horrific, the pollution is awful, and you can’t get anywhere quickly if you are in a rush. I really don’t know why this city has such a hold over me, but I have no willpower to stay away.
We don’t have tea parties every afternoon, we don’t all know the Queen personally, and we don’t have a hop on, hop off tour bus – but we do know how to party – Saturday night is best spent blind drunk in a club until daylight (or is that just me?) . We swear more than necessary, We always talk about the weather, because in Manchester, it does always rain, and contrarily to popular belief we do actually have a sense of humor (well, some of us!)