Exploring and travelling the world has always been really important to me.  My mother who always enjoys going to somewhere new in the world has given me this gift.  We were very fortunate as children to travel overseas at least once or twice a year.  I am delighted that we had the opportunity to travel and have the experiences we have had.

During my teenage years I always knew that I wanted to live overseas.  I despised the British weather and the rat race of the UK and I had always dreamed to live somewhere with sun sea and sand.  So, when I met my first boyfriend and he told me he wanted to travel and live overseas, we set about to make it happen.

At the time, I was working as a swimming teacher and a lifeguard at my local centre.  I did long shifts in the other sports centres in my area and I was also working nights in a fried chicken shop for extra cash.  We worked long hours and saved every penny so that we could go and explore the world. 

My boyfriend had been told that a great place to go was the Cayman Islands.  It was a place that was beautiful and it had good weather all year round which was mainly hot, or hot and rainy.   However, it was a place where we could make good cash, enjoy the sun and have the ability to save and travel. 


We left the UK in 2001, I was 18, turning 19 at the time and excited to be off on our new adventure.  A week after we arrived in Cayman (and just before my 19th birthday), Hurricane Michelle hit.  We could not believe our luck, our first travel experience away from home and we get stuck in a hurricane.

However,  it was not as bad as what the news made out.  We had high winds and seas, which caused bars to lose their chairs and stock.  There was a broken diesel container which in effect caused us to be temporarily evicted from our guest house.  They thought the container was going to blow and evacuated everyone from the surrounding areas.  The concrete roads were cracked in places and it actually looked like there had been an earthquake.   In addition, all the jewellery shops windows were blown out and the jewellery was in the ocean.  The storm did not hit us directly but there was still quite a bit of mess to sort out, luckily, it didn’t take much time at all.

Despite this, we stayed, we found jobs and we lived in the Cayman Islands for two and a half years.  I was teaching swimming and water aerobics and taking care of children in an after school camp at Fitness Connection.  My boyfriend worked in a fine dining bar by the port.  We made decent money, we enjoyed all the island had to offer and managed to get away from time to time as well.


We travelled around to Cuba, went into the hills of Mandeville Jamaica and visited Honduras city.  We also spent time chilling on Caymans sister islands of Little Cayman and Cayman Brac.  Meeting amazing local people from the surrounding islands and refugees (yeah – refugees in Cayman!) 

Eventually, as the majority of first relationships do, my boyfriend and I split and I went back to the UK.   I was excited to be home and see my family and spend time with them again but I realised that it just was not for me.  I’d applied my one year working visa to Australia, and within six weeks of being home it was approved.  I booked my ticket and was off!



My trip started by flying into Cairns and heading down the coast towards Sydney.  Partaking in all the typical backpacker activities like my PADI open water and advanced scuba diving courses.  I travelled across Fraser Island, did boat cruises around the islands of Airlie Beach, Kayaked through the everglades and did what backpackers do best… Have fun, spend money, make friends and drink a lot. 

Then, when I arrived in Sydney, I fell in love with it.  I’d never really experienced living in the city and Sydney had everything that I had always wanted.   It was a city that was not too busy, it was surrounded by water with easy access to the beach and it was just so pretty. 

As it turns out, I ended up living in Sydney for 5 years.   I managed to extend my visa by applying to study at one of the universities there.  Sadly, I was not able to finish the degree.  Working and saving for the international student fees was impossible whilst trying to study at the same time.  I dropped out and immigration was going to be on my tail sooner or later. 

Eventually, they found out and they politely asked me to leave Australia.   Leaving Australia was probably one of the hardest things I have ever done.  I love the people and the country is just amazing.

Despite not finishing my degree I was fortunate to travel the majority of the country.  I also managed to backpack across New Zealand and the Philippines 🙂


After leaving Australia I moved to the beautiful island of Ibiza, where I have now been for 10yrs.   I have always tried to travel as much as I can and have been back to Australia twice in and have also to Bali and Thailand…. I am now thinking of where to go next????

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