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As already mentioned in my post 4 Months Gone: The Good, The Bad and the WTF I’m at the halfway mark of this trip. That post was to share what’s happened so far, this post is to share what’s yet to come…
*cue eery ghost music*
Obviously not everything that’s to come seeing as I am not clairvoyant and as such have no actual idea of what will happen. But there are a few things to do and a few places to go that I’m beyond excited for! And they are…
No explanation needed really.
When I was four I went on holiday to Florida with my father, stepmother, brother and sister. Seeing as I was only four, I don’t exactly remember the holiday very much. I do have a few scattered memories though, and from those I like to assume that it was the best holiday ever and I’ve really done myself a disservice by not remembering more:
- My brother caught a lizard, took it to show my father and then we both had a strop when we were told we weren’t allowed to take it home. How dare the airline not let live lizards onboard?!
- We queued up twice to get onto Space Mountain. The first time I was told I was slightly too short, so the second time my very responsible guardians stuffed my shoes with newspaper. Unfortunately it was the same park attendant working and she didn’t really believe I grew an inch overnight so she kicked me and my stepmother out of line. I cried because my brother, being older and taller, was able to go on the ride but not me. My world was righted again when my stepmother bought me the biggest bag of skittles I have ever seen in my life, even to this day! Looking back it was probably just a normal sized share bag magnified by my tiny four-year old person.
- I wet the bed on our first night in the apartment. TMI maybe, but I was four years old and in a brand new, scary place on the other side of the world, so sue me. I didn’t tell my father or stepmother about it and just carried on the next morning as if nothing was wrong. Thank God for daily cleaning service.
- There was a nice yellow slide coming out of a tree. I don’t know where it was, or why it was there, but it definitely exists.
- I took my plastic Esmeralda doll (you know, the gypsy chick from Hunchback of Notre Dame) because toys deserve holidays too. She even had a change of outfit for bedtime.
- My father had an argument with a man at a restaurant because he didn’t understand when he asked for “red sauce”. To anybody in the real world, red sauce is more commonly known to the masses as ketchup.
- We went to Seaworld to see Shamu the whale, excited and eager for front row seats. We successfully got there but my little sister being two years old was scared and didn’t want to be so close to get wet. So she went and sat on the back row. You know how waves work, right?! She got completely soaked and cried a lot.
- The mint choc chip ice cream, in true American style, involved actual full on pieces of chocolate, not just the tiny little chips of them we deprived Brits are used to.
So now that you’ve had the low-down on my first ever trip to a Disney park, I’m sure you’ll agree that I am more than deserving of a trip where more substantial memories can be made.
I’ve always wanted to go to Disneyland and actually remember it, and having been promised a trip there by quite literally everybody in my life – teachers, parents, ex-boyfriends, you name it – I’m kind of sick of waiting around so I’m taking matters into my own hands and going alone.
Yes…alone. To the happiest place on earth, and I. CANNOT. WAIT!
India, India, India
In case you haven’t heard (I mention it a lot), I’m going back to India!
Well, if they grant me a visa I am anyway.
This will be my third visit – the first was a 2.5 week jaunt back in 2012 which involved the Taj Mahal, one solitary samosa and a lot of staring at the same four walls in my friend’s parents’ apartment in Mumbai. I didn’t really get to see India.
The second was just a few months ago, at the beginning of this trip. I spent 30 days in Kerala, meeting up with old friends and making new ones. By the time my 30 day visa was up, it kind of felt like my adventure was only just beginning, you know? So I have to go back! To Kerala and beyond… almost three months this time. That’s three months to eat more than one samosa, see more than the Taj Mahal and stare at a lot more than just four walls.
I’ll be reconnecting with a lot of old friends too, some of whom I haven’t seen for about six years!
And one of my favourite ever English colleagues will be flying into India a few days after me, so I’ll be able to meet up with her too! One of the first things I ever said to her on her first day of work was “We should go on holiday together” which came out as sounding really creepy and weird at the time, but has ended up being quite amusing as here we are, just over a year later, me about to gate-crash her trip!
There’s just something about India and I can’t get enough of it.
New 7 Wonders of the World
I remember my mother saying on more than one occasion when I was a child how amazing it would be – if they still existed (and of course if they ever really did exist in their entirety in the first place) – to have been able to visit all of the Seven Ancient Wonders of the World. She has a degree in English & History and so is well into the whole historical monument-type thing.
She would reel off the Wonders one by one, telling me the suspected location of each one individually, sometimes accompanied by a boring fact or two. Five-year old me found them boring, anyway. Twenty-three year old me would find such facts very interesting right now.
So yeah, she always said if she had a time machine she’d go and see them all.
Fast forward a few years (in hindsight, I assume it was circa 2006-7) and there was a news segment being played on television about the Seven Wonders of the World and how they’d soon be decided.
I thought they were all extinct, mythical legend-type places. Had my mother been lying to me my whole life?!
A quick Google search told me that no, there were no lies.
The TV was talking about the Official New7Wonders of the World, of which all nominees were still very much standing and in existence.
From that day it became my lifetime goal to visit all 7 of the New7Wonders. Mostly for me, but partially for my mother seeing as she’ll never be able to fulfil her lifetime goal seeing as it’s kind of impossible to visit somewhere that doesn’t exist anymore, Mother!
It wasn’t until 2011 that I was able to cross number one, Machu Picchu, off the list. And since then four others have followed in pretty quick succession, especially given that I was still in full-time education up until last year:
2012 – Taj Mahal
2013 – Colosseum
2014 – Petra
2016 – Christ the Redeemer
I am so freaking excited that by the 26th of August 2016 (that’s less than three weeks away – whaaaat?!) I will be able to tick both Chichen Itza and the Great Wall of China off the list, meaning of course that all Seven will be done and dusted.
No lie, I’m probs gonna cry on the Wall.
I’m gonna fill up my passport
This is a really silly thing to have on this list, especially seeing as it means having to fork out however much money and spend six valuable weeks waiting for a new one to get sent as well as probably wasting what will be a perfectly good multi-entry visa for India, but up until now the prospect of me ever filling up a whole passport was like a myth. Those damn things last ten years! And nobody travels enough to fill up a passport in ten years! Besides, even if I did, I’m British and half the world don’t even bother giving me exit and entry stamps.
But guess what? I’m gonna do it! Yeaaaah.