I traveled for most of 1999. The serious illness of a family member set me on a journey. A selfish journey. I took an opportunity, when life was relatively uncomplicated to run away from home. I broke the heart of my then girlfriend (thankfully now my wife) and left the country with little notice. In search of silence. In search of no responsibility.
I found what I was looking for.
Europe was the destination and backpacker hostels were my home. Almost every nervous introduction in over-crowded dorm rooms started the same way, with 3 simple questions –
- What’s your name?
- Where are you from?
- Do you want to go for a drink?
Budding friendships. People taking a chance. Conversation unencumbered by the stranger danger baggage that often weighs people down in their own home town. Ironically where they should be most comfortable.
The catalyst, an invitation to have a drink as they should be enjoyed, to create memories not to forget them.
My memories of the friendships, laughs and late night shenanigans are priceless whilst my search for an uncomplicated life remains an aspiration. In the meantime, I built a venue that allows me to share in other people’s stories.
As for my own adventures they are stories for another day when we’re sitting across from each other at a bar somewhere. You already know my name so let me kick this friendship off. What’s your name?
See you at the bar.
P.S. That’s me in the water in the photo below. Take a leap of faith sometime.