This is what us 90% of people (who don't have a full map of the world coloured in red) do daily.
We (the not so frequent travellers) look at our maps, day in and day out. You wish you could go to Tourist trap nations like Indonesia, Singapore, USA, Canada, United Kingdom, Israel etc or you wish you could visit the oddball obscure countries that nobody else visits: Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, Venezuela, Iraq, Uzbekistan, Bhutan, Sudan, Eritrea, Guinea Bissau.
When I ran out of Europe in April 2019, I realized it is going to be a 9-hour flight over the Atlantic to get to Brazil or a 9-hour flight over Africa to visit Jo'Berg.
Many people ask me "Where do you want to revisit in Europe?". I tell them that I would go to Copenhagen to vlog Victor Borge grave/life or to Hamburg to vlog Ingo from Helloween grave.
But I am in no position to ask my boss every month for 2 days off work for a 36-hour jaunt. In June 2019 I was in a position in my life where I just wanted to drop everything in London, fly to Caracas, Venezuela and just stay in one city for a whole week!
I came back from Guernsey on the 30th of July 2019. After an amazing Dream Theater concert in Bratislava, a Synagogue tour in Budapest and a tear-jerking trip to Bcharre, Lebanon. I felt like I had made the wrong fucking move to go visit my Cousin in Guernsey.
I went to Southampton on the 30th of
I sat on the bus in Southampton, after my cousin apologises to me. I made a choice that day never to set foot in Guernsey as long as he still lives there. I had blown 70 fucking quid to visit a shithole island in the English Channel. I would have had a lot of fun visiting any nation in the Carribean than ever going to Isle of Man, Jersey or Guernsey
I just wish I went to South Africa after going to Beirut as I could have got cheap flights between Joberg and Beirut.
A week after I got home from Guernsey. I paid 209 quid to obtain a one-way flight from London to Barbados. I was hoping to get on a cruise for a cheap price in the Carribean.
All the cheap cabins were sold out and there was no way I was going to blow 900 quid on a 5-night cruise in the Carribean.
With a flight to Barbados in hand, there was only one country I wanted to fly from Barbados to GUYANA.
I haven't been to South America ever! To plant my flag in Georgetown Guyana to tell others that this is where I first landed in South America would be an impressive feat, as most peoples first trip to South America takes them to either Argentina, Brazil or Chile!
September 2019 dawned, I realized that I should go abroad for my Birthday this year. I was stuck in London on my 33rd Birthday in November 2018, This time I wanted to go to Africa for a week for my birthday.
I was thinking of booking a week away in The Gambia for my 34th Birthday, but then fear struck into my mind. Thomas Cook Required 200 million quid to avoid going bust.
The next day I woke up to realize that Thomas Cook is now Dead and that I won't be getting on board a plane in January 2020 to visit Barbados/ Guyana.
So what the fuck do I do now? I called up my bank and filed a dispute. The bank refunded my money all 209 quid of it.
That week I went out and brought a flight from Dublin to Uganda. I hadn't been back in Africa since June 2011. I thought it would be great to turn 34 somewhere in Uganda or Kenya. I booked flights, brought visas for Kenya, Uganda and Tanzania.
But then something in October 2019 just dawned over me. Air Caribes were going to be flying from Paris to Cayenne for under 300 quid and they won't be doing this offer again in 2020.
I didn't want to wait until April 2020, onwards to visit South America. I didn't want to spend 200 quid at JoBerg Airport to fly back to London after a long overland trip from Kampala.
With only 9 pages left in my British passport, a tax refund and a mindset to tell my Brother in Sydney to "SHUT THE FUCK UP bout South America". I went full steam ahead.
I emailed the 3rd party Agency and cancelled my flight to Kampala. I lost 400 quid of 4 flights and 3 visas I never used.
I don't dislike Africa at all, I may have said that Tangier, Morocco is a shithole, but 53 other nations in Africa are NOT SHITHOLES! So please Donald Trump, don't judge a country without visiting!
I paid less than 300 quid for a ticket between Paris and Cayenne. I have a timeframe of 14 days to travel from Cayenne to 3 new nations in South America. I am finally going to South America and visiting countries that I want to visit.
As I reflect on this saga of ever-changing travel plans I'd like to remind you all there have been many times in the past where I have booked holidays, but never took them
2013 I booked a trip to London for July 2013, I changed my flight to leave in June 2013. I also missed out on a trip to San'aa Yemen because of a back injury in Sofia.
August 2013 I booked a trip to Korea to see Lord play in Japan, by the time September 2013 came around I changed my Korean flights to leave the following July 2014. I didn't have much money because I was paying for sex every week of September 2013 and hard working.
January 2014 I book a one-way flight between Kuala Lumpur and Istanbul to leave in November 2014. I didn't take this flight because I decided I would be in Timor Leste over Christmas 2014 and Borneo in January 2015
That illness I got in Borneo fucked up my plans to visit allot of South East Asia and even go to Norway, Poland and The Baltics
In January 2015 I brought a flight to Sweden from Bangkok. I wanted to move there. Due to a huge argument with my Mum and my Asexual brother in May 2015. I got so angry, I started looking for rooms to rent.
I never took this flight to Sweden, I moved to Birmingham in July 2015 but came back to Australia at the end of August thanks to all the Xenophobic pricks in Birmingham who never gave me a job!
I was supposed to visit Manila in May 2016, due to family break downs because of my Asexual Brother and my Cousin Chas ex-girlfriend Allie, I fucked off back to London in April 2016 so I could see Metal Church live
In April 2018, I booked cheap flights to Cyrpus and Amman, Jordan. I didn't take these flights in November 2018 because I was short-changed by my job and I couldn't afford to go. But the following month I went to Central America.
So If I say to you right now that I am going to X nation in April, Y nation in July and Z nation in November next year. Then don't bet your bottom dollar that I will get there. Life and work problems may form, I may be in a relationship, I may even be in a new country.
I have said countless times: I'm GOING TO MOVE TO SCANDINAVIA AFTER MY 100TH NATION. What if I don't get to me 100th nation until 2021/2022?
I didn't expect to live in Sweden for all of July 2018, that was never the plan. I just got so fucking angry at my job in London that I resigned, visited every Balkan nations in 2 weeks, paid 400 quid to rent a room in Stockholm and just flew there!
Last week, I could have fucked off from London with 2 Grand in my pocket and gone to Gothenberg to source a new job/life. I couldn't care if I didn't make it to South America or Africa.
What about if I put all of my travel plans on hold, got on a bus from London to Copenhagen via Holand and just started working in Denmark, speaking and studying Danish and finally getting a number that lets me live in Denmark.
Nordic national laws state that it takes 5 years of residence to become a Swedish citizen but 7 years to become Danish, Norwegian or Icelandic
To get things in life you have to "RAGE FOR ORDER" and to get somewhere in the world you need to have an urge to run out of your house with your bags packed and ready to leave the airport when you land!
I would never have gone to many nations in 9 years if I had lazed about in Cancun or swam in the Pacific Ocean in Vladivostock or didn't tell a retarded woman in Aston Conference centre to stick her job offer up her ass!
Everyone else in London, Sydney, Melbourne, Birmingham can just mop about with their shitty lives, their whinging brat kids or the sadness of having no money to go shopping. But I can't! I'm worse off than most people but I still got the brains to go to places you never would.