I love Charley. She’s a pink-haired sweetheart who used to live a few blocks away from my house (I stalked her via Twitter as you do) before she moved cross-country to get away from the glorious chaos of London. (I’m pretty sure it wasn’t my fault.)
Now she’s living Up North and blogging at This City Life, she kindly agreed to guest post whilst we’re recovering over the New Year period.
Travel’s made me
I’m a scaredy cat, through and through. I rarely do anything
without listing the pros and cons first, don’t have the stomach for exotic
foods, and think those who enjoy skydiving are seriously underestimating how
great sitting down is. But, thanks to travel I have managed to grow a (small)
pair in the name of getting out there and putting myself in situations I
normally wouldn’t. Here are some of the ways that travel’s made me fearless.
Trekking America with
Social anxiety since childhood has made making friends
seriously difficult. I’ve got better since being that blushing 15 year old who
wouldn’t go into a shop alone and never answered the phone, but some things
still put me on edge. So when me and my husband signed up for a Trek America
tour with 12 strangers, I spent the flight there petrified about socialising
with new people.
We were about to spend 24 hours a day with total strangers,
travelling in a mini van. I didn’t have enough chat! I wasn’t cut out for this
kind of close social environment! What was I doing?! It took a couple of days
to settle in and plenty of campfire games, but by the end of the trek we were
all best mates. I went home pleased as punch that I’d survived group travel and
pretty positive that I could handle a solo trip in the future.
Walking along the
You could say the reason I’m not the first to sign up for
‘dangerous’ activities is because I’m always What Iffing. What if it goes
wrong? What if I get ill? What if I panic and pass out? Always thinking about
the worst possible outcome, just in case.
When we visited Aruba for a couple of weeks, one of the
excursions was to a little activity island with a water park and scuba diving.
I wasn’t ready for scuba, so opted to try Sea Trekking instead – walking along
the seabed with a diver’s helmet on and having a little cuddle with some of the
It was another situation where I stared at the safety
waiver, gulped and just signed the hell out of it. The safety talk that
mentioned ‘the bends’ scared me again, but once I got 20ft down and set eyes on
a real parrotfish, all was forgotten.
Climbing a bloody
Adding to the never-ending list of things I’m scared of –
heights. One bad experience on the roof of St Pauls Cathedral and suddenly I’m finding
When we booked our honeymoon to Sri Lanka, I immediately
started researching loads of awesome things to do, and one thing that kept
popping up was Sigiriya Rock. It’s a rock leftover from a volcanic eruption than
an ancient prince attempted to build a palace on the top of. The climb involves
walking up a metal staircase that is literally bolted onto the side of the
I know, it doesn’t sound cool does it. But so many people
told me I had to do it. So, on the day I just found myself going for it. When
was I ever going to get the chance to do this again? How could I go back home
and tell people I was too scared to climb a boulder? And it was so worth it for
views like this one. Unforgettable.
I think that Charley is amazing, and has done so much I would NEVER, EVER be able to bring myself to do. Thank you for guest posting lovely! Go read more of Charley’s adventures – seriously – to give you an idea these are some of her passions;
I heart: Rich tea biscuits,
shoes, dinosaurs, turtles, watching the rain from inside, tropical
storms, Grandma’s shortbread, the front seat on the top deck of a bus.
I dislike: Elvis impersonators, owls, spelling mistakes, red onions, internet arguments, anything low-fat, waiting for trains.
Do you find travel makes you fearless?