Monday, 24 November 2014


There are two kinds of people when it comes to travel:
- those who fear of letting go the old, fear of the unknown places and experiences, maybe of meeting new people, new cultures     and
- those who fear of staying on the same spot forever.

At a rather significant point in my life I've heard the "Life begins at the end of your comfort zone." saying and couldn't find it more truly than it was. I was in the middle of my first adventure, the one where I actually promised myself I would visit a new place at least once a year.

I used to be in the first group of un-travelers, always experiencing that strange feeling of dread while thinking about leaving everything I know, my family and friends, my bed with the favorite London linen, my car... my usual life in the first place. Even for a month or two. Suddenly, an outlandish plexus of circumstances took me to the city of my dreams, London.

I'd found myself there, wandering around Camden Town Market and thinking how grateful I was on the opportunity for changing not only my country, but myself and my view on everything around me too. And now, when someone asks if I am scared of traveling on my own, I can't help but smile and answer "Can you explain me what scared means?" :)