Adventure Begins Today

I’ve always found it easier to write my thoughts than say them out loud. I’m the sort of person who thinks of the perfect comeback about three hours after the conversation has ended. Writing has always given my brain the chance to catch up.

For years, that meant blogging when I travelled. Not because I thought anyone was desperate to hear my thoughts, but because writing helped me make sense of everything I’d seen and experienced. Then, somewhere along the way, I stopped.

It wasn’t that I’d stopped travelling. It wasn’t that I’d stopped thinking. The words just… disappeared.

At the start of 2025, I told myself I was going to start blogging again. I had every intention of doing it. But every time I sat down to write, nothing came. Part of me had convinced myself that nobody would be interested anyway, so I quietly gave up before I’d even begun.

Since finishing work in March, though, something has slowly changed. For the first time in a long time, I’ve had space. Space to think. Space to notice things. Space to reflect on my travels. Without really realising it, I found myself reaching for my iPad again. Not because I had something profound to say. Just because I had a thought I wanted to capture before it disappeared. And then another. And another.

I’ve remembered something I’d forgotten. I never wrote for anyone else. I wrote for me.

I could have kept a journal, but let’s be honest, my handwriting has absolutely no chance of keeping up with my brain. Within two pages I’d be frustrated, unable to read my own writing and wondering why I’d thought it was a good idea.

A blog has always been my version of a travel journal. A place to process everything that travelling throws at you. A record of the random thoughts that appear somewhere between airports, mountains and game drives. Some of those thoughts are reflective. Some are ridiculous.

In fact, the very first travel blog I ever wrote was essentially an ode to bathrooms in south eastern Europe because I genuinely couldn’t get my head around some of the design choices.

So if you’ve ever wondered what goes on inside my brain… apparently quite a lot and it’s very random.

I’m under no illusion that I’m suddenly going to become a prolific blogger or wake up tomorrow with thousands of people eagerly waiting for my next post. And that’s never really been the point.

The point is that somewhere over the last few months, I’ve found my words again. I’d lost them for a while. Now they’re back. Which means my blogs are becoming a bit like buses. Or, given that I’m writing this while looking out across the elephants, zebras and wildebeest of Amboseli National Park in Kenya, perhaps they’re more like elephants.

You wait ages for one…and then four wander past at once.

I think I’ll take that as a good sign.