I love to travel, I get it from my mother who always seems to be going away to somewhere new in the world.  We were very fortunate as children to go on holiday overseas at least once or twice a year and I am delighted for the travel experiences we have had.

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

We both worked hard, I was working as a swimming teacher and a lifeguard at my local center and doing shifts in the other centers in my area.  I was also working nights in a fried chicken shop for extra cash and saving every penny so that we could leave.

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


We left the UK in 2001, I was 18 at the time and just a week after we arrived Hurricane Michelle hit.  We could not believe our luck!  But honestly, it did not hit us directly, we had high winds and seas, which caused a broken diesel container, cracked concrete roads (it actually looked like there had been an earthquake) and all the jewellery shops windows were blown out… That was definitely the time to get your scuba gear on!

Despite this, we stayed, we found jobs and we lived in the Cayman Islands for two and a half years.  I taught swimming and water aerobics and took care of children in an after school camp and my boyfriend worked in a bar on the port.  We made good money and we had the best time enjoying 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, visited Honduras city and spent time chilling on Caymans sister islands of Little Cayman and Cayman Brac.  We met amazing local people and refugees (yeah – refugees in Cayman!) and got to know some outstanding Jamaican people.

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.  Within six weeks of being home I’d applied my one year working visa to Australia, it was approved, I booked my ticket and was off!

I ended up living in Sydney for 5 years.  I studied there to extend my visa and had the opportunity to travel the majority of the country and also visit New Zealand and the Philippines.

However, all of this was a long time ago now and I have lost all of my photos!  I have lots of memories but they are in broken fragments as like a lot of peoples pasts.

I would like to write about my travel experiences then but it all seems a little difficult at the moment… but you never know when the lightning will hit!


I now live in Ibiza and have done so for the past nine years.  I try to travel as much as I can and here I would like to share with you the travel journeys and adventures that I have experienced along the way and that make an impact on my life.  Also this way there will be no more picture losing or memory loss… haha!


I just want to say that people tell me that I am lucky, but I don’t think that this is true.  I worked hard, and I always have, and It just goes to show with a bit of hard work and determination you can make your dreams come true.

You can make your dreams come true if you really and truly try.


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