Travel Novice: On The Move At Last!
In 1997, at the age of nineteen I travelled abroad for the first time, to the United States of America to work as a Volleyball Coach in a summer camp in Burlington, up state New York.
It was, what I would call, a character building experience: certainly an eye opener, it opened my eyes to fact that I should never work with Long Island children ever again. After two and half months imprisoned there, my nightmare ended in August of 1997 I bought my freedom in the form an Amtrak railpass for the East Coast, and made my way from Penn Station NYC all the way down to Key West in Florida, stopping at various destinations along the way.
It was the most liberating experience of my life - never realising just how much I'd been missing out on. But the most emotionally moving part about travelling for me, as i'm sure it is for may others, was the people I met along the way - people I'd made strong connections with because of the circumstances I found myself in. Strange really, because personally I get the most satisfaction out of travelling alone, I look forward to it - and as difficult as it can seem from time to time - its the only way to achieve a real strong sense of character.