While getting ready for my upcoming trip to the Northern Territory, I’ve been looking over my photos from the first time I travelled up to Darwin. My four best friends and I spent several days on a train from Sydney and it was my first experience of long-distance rail travel (and definitely not my last).
Only just 20 years old, it was well before I started travelling properly. It was my Very First Backpacking Trip, and afterwards it would be another six months before I left Australia for the very first time.
It feels like a lifetime ago.
I think I even look like a different person…a dorky, gawky, awkward person! I was yet to find my travel style, I had no idea how to use a DSLR camera (or what a DSLR camera even was), I had to borrow my boyfriend’s backpack and I had no idea of the shape of things to come…but it would plant a seed that eventually became my trip around the world.
Since that trip, I’ve spent nearly ten years of my life obsessing over being in motion, over travelling. So am I excited to be returning to where it all started?