My first overseas trip was in 1970 when my parents dragged me kicking and screaming (and crying) from the UK to Australia. Nowadays I thank them for that move. Our family were great campers and I inherited the nomad gene from my parents. I was 16 when I made my first solo travel adventure. I have not looked back.
I have a trove of photographs, memories, maps, brochures and other paraphernalia of over 40 years of independent travel. Africa, Asia, Europe and some US. Australia of course - my home.
Now it is time to start documenting current and past and upcoming travel.
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