Some feel the need to travel brings a sense of well being and on many cases this probably isn’t far from the truth. During your times of travel you discover, learn and broaden your mental horizon.

When I was 18 I had a girlfriend, blonde hair, great body, and an obsession with wanting to escape. She believed the grass is always greener on the other side. Researching, praying even. Longing for that trip over the great sea’s.

Her family situation wasn’t all that great but then again she was spoilt rotten and the longer it took her to escape the worse she thought of her life.

Finally the day came, she boarded that flight, 17 hours later arriving in Vietnam. Chin up high and mind as curious as a busy beaver. She forgot one thing. The advice a gave her before she left. “The grass is only as green as you water it, the problem you have inside your mind journey with you no matter how far you travel”.

You see she wanted to travel because she us not happy with her home situations. Life was hard, and her home town didn’t excite her. She became greatly depressed and lonely on her travels. Drank and partied away the rest of her money with in a week of her stay, this was due to her terrible lack in responsibilities though might I just add.

The once glamour girl from little old Port Elizabeth, Summerstrand. Became a dirty tourist begger, scamming people into giving her money with lies falling every which way. To finish off the story she ended up in a Bali prison for 3 Months. Over staying her visa due to not having enough money to renew it.

Let me get to the point. Some travel because they are running away from something, bad marriage, job they got fired from, family or even avoiding the law in there own country (Met a guy with this story, at the time of talking he was on the phone with his drug dealer cooped up in a dodgy bar. No surprise there). Keep in mind , when wanting to travel, run towards the paradise not away from hell. Sort out what responsibilities you may have, before you get that ticket.

Trust you don’t wanna end up in a Bali prison eating bread and being picked on cause you look like a transgender whore. Excuse my French.

Be consistent, keep love in your heart and travel well.

Yours Jesse