One of my favourite things about travelling is how easily you make close friends with the right people in this environment. Travelling the way we travel, living in a van and leading an essentially dirtbag lifestyle, brings us in contact with like-minded people and we just…click.Continue reading “Friends on the road”
Living and travelling the world in a van while climbing at some of the most famous destinations across the globe…what could possible be better?
Having this freedom and opportunity is a massive privilege, and that’s something I never let myself forget. But vanlife, like any other form of travel, doesn’t come without its own difficulties. It may be a dream come true, but it isn’t all rainbows and butterflies, just like any other form of travel.
The reality is, travel can be lonely, travel can be disorientating, travel can make you feel insecure and confused about the future. People rarely write about it, but like any other reality, travelling is bittersweet.
The last couple of weeks since we moved to Chulilla have been as full of sunshine as the two weeks prior to it were soaked with rain, and once again I feel like I’m on holiday, even while working. My mood has been lifted to such an extent that I deleted the very gloomy post I started writing in Siurana, which now sounded far too depressive.
It has been quite a while since my last post on this blog, and the main reason for this is that the time I used to spend on the laptop typing up blog posts has been taken over by writing for work…yes, the honeymoon travel period has come to an end, and I’ve had to pick up the pen for payment rather than pleasure once again!
Have you ever heard of Tirolean climbing grades? Neither had I until very recently, when my brother told me a story about him and his climbing partner struggling on routes that were supposed to be far, far below their abilities. Having spent around three weeks climbing in various parts of Tirol, I can now testify that this is indeed a thing.
There’s nothing like a different type of rock to make you feel like a bit of a novice again. Austria has been a country of many firsts for me, and one of these was my first experience of climbing on granite. And it well and truly kicked my ass!