Food is a huge part of what we like to experience during our travels. Whether we’ve purchased it from a cart on the street, dined on it by candlelight, or watched it being prepared in a loved one’s kitchen, we will photograph it, savour it, and remember it for years to come.
A passport, as I’m sure you know, is a document that one shows to government officials whenever one reaches a border between countries, so the officials can learn who you are, where you were born, and how you look when photographed unflatteringly.
Ah, the trip with friends. Often the result of a spontaneous (and sometimes booze-fueled) suggestion on a night out (“You’ve always wanted to go to Thailand? I’VE always wanted to go to Thailand!! LET’S GO TO THAILAND!!”), the actual travelling can be fraught with issues. And that’s not even mentioning the planning part.
I wasn’t sure about documenting it all, to be honest. I’ve had a travel blog before, when I moved to Australia in 2011. While it was enjoyed by my family and friends, my once-regular posting schedule started to peter out within a few months, as my experiences Down Under became less about travel and more about real, adult life.