Somebody said to me that 'kiwis have the travel bug, and they've got it bad'.
And I'd have to agree, I mean isn't it a little disturbing that hearing stories of other countries can make you feel deliriously happy? or that you go on blog loving for the first time in forever *stops to sing frozen, then resumes writing* just to look up travel blogs?
Well I am guilty of both.
I've never left New Zealand, true I've done my share of travelling around both islands, but I've never been over seas, I've never even been to Australia (where most kiwis visit, even though they say that they hate the Aussies) and anywhere else requires lots of money and lots of flight hours.So maybe that's why kiwis travel because they just can't cross the border into Germany, Canada or Zambia. But then there's people in water locked countries who barely even leave their birth place, anyway I don't understand them.
I want to go to Ireland, England, Scotland and Wales. I want to see why people rave about french bread, or dutch cheese so much. I want to visit a real castle and drive on the right side of the road (yeah, apparently the left side of the road is the wrong side) But until then I guess I'll just have to read travel blogs, and listen to amazing stories and dream that some day that'll be me.
(picture from pinterest)
And I'd have to agree, I mean isn't it a little disturbing that hearing stories of other countries can make you feel deliriously happy? or that you go on blog loving for the first time in forever *stops to sing frozen, then resumes writing* just to look up travel blogs?
Well I am guilty of both.
I've never left New Zealand, true I've done my share of travelling around both islands, but I've never been over seas, I've never even been to Australia (where most kiwis visit, even though they say that they hate the Aussies) and anywhere else requires lots of money and lots of flight hours.So maybe that's why kiwis travel because they just can't cross the border into Germany, Canada or Zambia. But then there's people in water locked countries who barely even leave their birth place, anyway I don't understand them.I want to go to Ireland, England, Scotland and Wales. I want to see why people rave about french bread, or dutch cheese so much. I want to visit a real castle and drive on the right side of the road (yeah, apparently the left side of the road is the wrong side) But until then I guess I'll just have to read travel blogs, and listen to amazing stories and dream that some day that'll be me.
(picture from pinterest)
