I havent updated any of you on my plans for a while now – ive been busy working to save my money for the trip AND im in the middle of getting another blog up and running, so for my tardiness I apologise. With only four months to go ive realised the planning that is going into this adventure is half the fun, the destination as of yet is an outcome I havent achieved. A journey in the typical sense is getting from A to B but ever since my very first blog post ive been on a very different type of journey. I’ve learnt a lot about myself as a person all through the organisation of one rather large adventure. I’ve had to learn a lot of things, ive met all kinds of deadlines, researched my heart out and even after a long day at work when all I want to do is get into bed and stay there, ive had to be up and ticking of the next task on the ever increasing to do list. I’ve had to write plenty of those too – lists I mean. Shopping lists, List of important documents I need, Packing lists – colour coded in order of importance on who needs to take what. It’s safe to say if I wasnt organised before I definitely am now. I’ve never been more in control of my finances, I work to save splurging occasionally on a treat. Before all this started the only thing I really knew about money was how to spend it. I’ve always been a home bird, never to far from my family and friends but that’s changing to. I’m maximizing the fun that we all have now because in a few months that will be gone, but forever having Australia in my mind im constantly nagging them all to get Skype. I’m packing up my room, selling my stuff and finding things I didn’t really know I had. Its one big emotional rollercoaster, with me jumping on and off admist the planning confusion. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed finding out all these things about myself, even though I still am young and carefree, ive learnt I can be super organised , money conscious and juggle hundreds of tasks all at once. Now if that doesn’t boost a CV I don’t know what will. And to any employer who thinks “that’s not real work” I challenge them to do all of that and work full time on the side. It’s certainly been one massive journey all right. They said when I booked the tickets the journey time would be twenty three hours – they were wrong so far its been six months and I still havent reached my destination.
Now when I first started planning my travels the word ‘hostel’ terrified me. I thought of grubby dull rooms, dirty communal areas all tinged with the smell of unwashed bodies and a sense of ” I would rather be anywhere else but here” about the place. But then that’s what coming from Britain does to you. To us Brits the majority of hostels on our doorsteps are for the homeless – not young travellers. A dark cloud looms over the word, with the majority of us considering them to be a last resort rather than a place for a good nights sleep. To be honest im not any different to the majority – I too would prefer a luxurious hotel to something that’s more “budget”. My only experience of a hostel so far is a school trip aged 13. We were in France and five of us shared a room. The beds were more like a concrete wall and the shower was just a room with lots of tiles smashed or missing – which we also had to share with a couple of our teachers. So you can forgive me for being cynical so far. I myself love a little bit of pampering in upmarket hotels and for the past I don’t know how many years that has been what ive been used too. Even on our first holiday together my boyfriend and I went to a five-star resort in Jamaica – not your average teen get away. The truth is though once you get inside those perfectly clean 5 star walls you have no need to go out of them. Cocktails are served all day there’s a private beach and pool – what else do you really need apart from the odd day trip? But that not what backpacking is about – you go backpacking to see and experience everything. It will be my only chance to live like a student have a laugh with new friends and quite frankly be carefree. I know that im not going to have the money to be living like a princess for the two years, but that doesn’t mean that im going to live like a pauper either.Hostels ive looked into for my arrival in Australia look amazing! The walls are brightly coloured, the sheets are a crisp white and not one person in any of the photos looks miserable. It’s the hostels where im going to meet firm friends and fellow travellers to share my new adventure with so I might as well embrace it! Of course there will be a few hostels which I come across which will no doubt be below my original expectations, in other words absolute hell holes, but im sure that I will be able to count those places on one hand. I’m going to have great fun and who knows if I get used to a hostel maybe I might be able to tackle my low expectations on camping to!