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America – how one month became three

14th October, 2015 | Article By Sir Wanderlust

Here I was disembarking my plane in Sydney, while Kelly had headed back to university in The States. We were now on opposite sides of the world. I was flat broke, but wasn’t going to let her, or others know this. I knew this was going to have to be a quick turn around, and I would need to make some money real quick to be able to keep my promise of entering the States within a month’s time.

I hassled every single one of my contacts in Sydney to the point where they had to give me work. Within 10 days of being home and after my first paycheck, my flights were booked. This is the best way to ever save to travel as you essentially are forced to save every penny that you earn. Also, this would mean I would arrive in The States the night before Valentine’s Day. The coming weeks I worked from sunrise to the wee hours of the morning. This time flew past as I was in a complete daze. I was working, eating, sleeping or chatting to Kelly on Skype. You might say this is boring; however, the distraction assisted in saving, and I managed to leave Australia with just under $8K. Not a bad effort for just under one month of work. This was the hardest I had ever worked in my life and it truly showed me the meaning that if you want something bad enough all you really have to do is go after it and anything can become possible.

I climbed aboard my plane in Sydney to fly via LAX to Orlando where I would be reunited with Kelly once I arrived. It was possibly the worst flight of my life. There was turbulence the whole way from take off to landing. Air hosts attempted to serve food as if they were throwing a Frisbee down the aisle, the plane bounced about in the clouds and the ‘please be seated’ sign  remained on for the entirety of the flight.

I arrived in Orlando with limited sleep and headed to arrivals to finally be reunited with Kelly. I was walking down a corridor and saw a young girl holding a sign that read ‘Welcome to America, Sam’, but it wasn’t Kelly. It was some other person I had never seen in my life. Back of my mind was saying “Are you kidding me? You had one job to just be here for me when I arrived”. This little person then proceeded to say, “Sorry, Kelly got caught in traffic. She will meet us at the bar”. I was pretty cheesed off that she hadn’t made it but as I looked down, hiding in the corner, there she was, curled up with a cheeky smile on her face. She had just pulled off the biggest surprise I think I have ever got in my life.

We spent the night having dinner and drinks in Orlando with some of Kelly’s friends and checked into our hotel. Now this was the night before Valentine’s Day. The next morning we drove to St Augustine where we would spend the day adventuring through the town and have dinner and drinks down by the water. The next morning we were on the move once again to Jacksonville to spend the night with Kelly’s cousin and score a free night of accommodation.

These days flew past and next thing we were in Tallahassee, Florida. I had moved into a spare room in a college house, which had no windows or natural light. I originally thought this would only be home for a couple weeks before we traveled for a bit. My plan before heading over was to stay for one month, return home to work, then fly back over for Kelly’s graduation 5 weeks later. We planned we would then both fly back to Sydney, Australia.

I settled into the fraternity and sorority life style. Yes, these do exist and yes, they are just like they are depicted in the movies. I attended Kelly’s semi-formal date functions and drank my sorrows away at the cheap college bars. Kelly was still finishing up her degree, and I was still finishing up mine in Australia. However, I was lucky that in my earlier years at university I had been able to place all of my internal subjects within my first two years and the last two years could be studied via distance. This fitted in perfectly with my travel plans and America worked absolutely fine.

Kelly was all about showing me around and made sure we ate at every single one of the restaurants, did all the things she had done in her years at college and even worked around taking me to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. Now me being Aussie our Mardi Gras is a little different as a ‘Gay Pride March’ and I didn’t know what to expect. New Orleans was eventful to say the least, with a wallet and car keys stolen; however, we managed to get through and make it back to Tallahassee.

A few weeks later came Spring Break and my god I was excited to party on and finally meet Kelly’s family. I was a little bit nervous meeting Kelly’s Dad, so I had thought ahead in Australia and bought him a bottle of Bundaberg OP Rum – a guaranteed way to earn his respect. We spent the week hanging out with Kelly’s family down in the Florida Keys out on the boat, playing ‘left, right, centre’ (best game on earth) and having great conversations.

Days passed and next thing we were climbing aboard a Celebration Cruise to the Bahamas with 10 of Kelly’s best friends for a couple days. The cruise was, putting it politely, interesting. Possibly the worst customer service I have ever come across in my life. When the DJ stops the music and tells you not to splash as you jump in the pool you start to reconsider your choice of cruise. We laughed our way through all the negatives and tried to make the most of the experience.

We arrived back to Kelly’s home in Florida and three days later I was set to fly home to Australia. I thought, “What am I doing? With the money I am going to spend on another flight back over in a month’s time, I may as well just stick around and hang out a little while longer”.  So I called the airline and pushed my flight back another 7 weeks paid a small fee, and the rest is history.

So I headed back to Tallahassee so Kelly could finish off her final year of study at Florida State University. In the coming weeks, I watched her graduate with honors and I will say, I was super impressed. Her family and I sat through the 4 hour ceremony and screamed out as her name was called.

We flew to North Carolina to see Kelly’s cousin get married in the meadows of the countryside, which was absolutely amazing and spent some time getting to know Kelly’s family that little bit more. Then returned for the last time to Tallahassee to pack up shop and make the long nine-hour drive back to Kelly’s family home in Fort Lauderdale.

My trip through the states was now coming to an end and the final leg was to happen in the coming days. Kelly and I had been discussing what we would do after America, and it was unanimous she would fly over to Australia with a one year working visa in hand. The only hurdle was going to be her parents and to our delight they were absolutely fine with the idea besides a few tears.

So now it was time to board our final flights from Miami to California for yet another one of Kelly’s cousin’s weddings with her family, and I would then fly off back to Sydney. The wedding was such an amazing experience to be a part of, on a catamaran, cruising throughout Newport.

The next two days we spent adventuring throughout Laguna and Huntington Beach, riding bikes along Venice Beach and finishing the evening with a beer in hand on the Santa Monica Pier. Now this might all seem like a lot to think about in such a short period of time, but time flew past and these were some of the best moments of my life. The memories and the company were exceptional and to spend so much time with Kelly and her friends and family (even though they didn’t really understand my accent) just made the experience that much better.

So here I was once again at another airport saying goodbye for the third time to the love of my life with the promise she would be over in Sydney in three weeks. We all said our farewells and off I went to climb aboard my flight home.

Does this love story continue in Australia… I’ll keep you posted!

Chasing Love

10th June, 2015 | Article By Sir Wanderlust

After being abandoned by my fellow traveller to continue the journey throughout Europe alone, I knew I had to just take this in my stride. I still to this day believe everything happens for a reason and every decision we make, good or bad, is something that just has to happen as the outcome is always going to surprise us or make the experience that much better.

So here I was left alone in Amsterdam struggling to find my way…. Jokes! The relief was enormous that now I had the freedom to just enjoy myself and not be bogged down with another’s issues. I had tried and tried and tried to make the experience for him something amazing, but he just didn’t want to climb aboard the fun bus, even with the training wheels on.

I travelled around for the next few weeks staying with a good friend and her partner who is a professional soccer player in Holland. This is what I needed, to kick back, have enormous nights out, drink extravagant drinks and literally be guided around Holland like royalty. Maybe I won’t go that far, but I will say I was definitely the first Australian these people had ever come across. The feeling of going out for a night and speaking with people who were genuinely excited that I had ventured to their town was insane to say the least.

As I parted from this fantasy I was living, I flew to Barcelona to stay for a few nights over the Christmas period and Kelly would arrive from America the day after Christmas. My god, I was excited to see her, and I knew I had to make a great second impression. I checked out of the cheap hostel that was filled predominantly with Australians and checked into one of Barcelona’s nicest Resort and Spas, just the casual 4.5 star kind of place.

Lets rewind for a moment. Once my mate had decided to go home to Sydney, I had seen a great opportunity to just change the name on the already booked flights we had to Kelly’s name. So you would think this is just the standard $70-100 fee. Well little did I know that I would be hit with not only the fee, but I would also have to pay the difference in the fare from the day I booked and the flight as of that day. I would say ‘Yep, it hurt a little’, but in all honesty it was worth every cent.

I picked up Kelly from the airport the day after Christmas and off we went. It was like we were living out a movie. We ventured all throughout Barcelona from sipping on sangria in Park Guell to drinking away that night on Las Ramblas. We may have had a little too much fun because we nearly missed our flight from Barcelona to Berlin the next morning. The hotel called to wake us in the morning and Kelly decided to disconnect the phone from the wall! A for effort there mate.

We arrived in Berlin, Germany to see my best friend and spend 5 days venturing the art districts of Berlin and partying the nights away at some of the most insane clubs I have ever been to in my life. We danced our way into the New Year with our closest million friends on Party Mile at the Brandenburg Gate and soon were off once again to London for our last remaining days together.

We strolled into London and stayed at Rafayel’s in the Chelsea area and I knew this was the last opportunity I had to woo this girl into making something of our relationship. We ventured throughout London knocking on the door of Buckingham Palace and Camden Market. In all honesty, this point for me is still a little bit blurry. I was so busy thinking what the hell am I going to do when Kelly flies back to America. I had to think of a game plan quickly, and the most logical plan was that I promised her I would be over to the states within a months time. I was head over heals for this girl. I had to make this work, and I was going to do everything in my power to make it happen.

So there we were at Heathrow Airport. We hugged goodbye for what seemed like the millionth time, I told her I loved her, gave her a kiss and she walked through departures. Now I sat in a daze for 16 hours before my flight finally was boarding.

Does love blossom in America? …. Read my next post to find out.

The Luck of the Irish

13th May, 2015 | Article By Sir Wanderlust

I had been travelling throughout the UK for just over two weeks with a friend and we had just touched down in Dublin, Ireland on the 24th November, 2013. The weather was cold and miserable however my spirits were as high as ever. This was my second time in Dublin and I was dying to get out amongst the bars of the Temple Bar District once again. With the memories fresh in my mind I knew exactly where I wanted to be heading. My fellow traveller since arriving in London in the middle of winter had discovered how much he truly disliked the cold and wet weather and had been having some issues. He didn’t seem to be feeling the vibe of getting out amongst the crowd and having a good night out on the town. After checking into our 24-mixed bed dorm and an hour of convincing and promises of a great night, we decided to jump aboard the Dublin Pub Crawl.

We strolled to the meeting point at the Mercantile Bar where we would meet our fellow partygoers. Not going to lie, this place was a ghost town, so we parked our selves at the bar and I proceeded to purchase myself a beer. My buddy had come out however told me repeatedly that he would not be drinking and would only come to the first couple of bars then would be going back to the hostel. This was ok with me because I was thinking, “Hey there will probably be some cool people out here that I can keep partying with into the wee hours of the morning”. After some time the host of the bar crawl rocked up at the bar, and we paid in exchange for a promised night of awesomeness and a mini Guinness. Sorry to say I poured it down the sink in the bathroom.

So here we were sitting up at the bar, my buddy with his arms crossed staring blankly at the TV and me on the edge of my seat eager to meet some interesting people and make something of the night. A little while after we had arrived at the bar, out of the corner of my eye, I had noticed a young blonde hair, blue-eyed girl sitting at a table with a young guy. I had thought to myself “She is stunning.” Soon after that, another young guy joined their table and I thought what are the chances these guys are out on the pub crawl as well. However I continued to remain in my seat sitting next to Mr. Grumpy. After finishing my pint, I stood up and walked over to the bartender who was serving one of the younger guys from the girl’s table. I heard his American accent and just said to him “Hey mate, are you guys out on the bar crawl?” To my delight, he replied with “Yeah we are. Come join our table”.

So after purchasing another pricey pint, I did just that and sat up at their table; however, the young girl was no where to be seen. I started to chat away with the young guys about the usual things like where are you from, where were you before here and what are your plans while you are here. After some conversation, the young girl named Kelly arrived back at the table, and we all continued to chat. They were all in Ireland for a family wedding, and Kelly had come along as one of their dates as they had been friends and studied abroad in Switzerland together.

We all hit it off and decided to make the most of the pub crawl which was a mere 14 people, but I couldn’t have asked for a better bunch of bar goers for a night out. The entire group made the most of the free drinks at each bar, live music, beer pong and flip cup and feeding off one another’s excitement.

Once we left the second bar and headed to the third bar we were all chatting and I am not going to lie I could not keep my eyes off Kelly. She truly kept me intrigued and wanting to learn more about her. The key moment to the night is when I was standing outside with Shaun, who was one of the young guys with her, and “BOOM” the door is kicked down. Kelly comes running out and goes to me “Where have you been I have been looking for you everywhere!!” and proceeded to hand me a beer. For a moment I can honestly say I was shocked and taken aback. I thought to myself, “Had I missed something? Was this my girlfriend? Who is she? What just happened?”

After a few moments, I knew this girl is something special and I had to know more about her.

Throughout the night, we had our own deep and meaningful conversations, and I was lucky enough to steal a kiss from her. Everything she was telling me was so similar to my own views, beliefs and morals. I almost felt like it wasn’t real life, had I met my match, I mean this girl was a female version of myself to a tee. As the night came to an end, I thought there would be no better way to continue the night than tell a little white lie that I needed to find a cash machine and draw out some money. Little did she know, I had money in my wallet and just wanted to spend more time getting to know her. We walked through the streets of Dublin as they were all lit up with the Christmas lights and we had to sadly part ways once I had walked her back to her hostel. We made plans to meet up for breakfast at 8am the next morning.

I woke up in a panic at 10am to my alarm sounding like a horn and thought to myself “Oh no! I slept in and wont be able to see her again.” I immediately texted her a cover up message saying my phone died and I was in the shower. She quickly replied with something very similar. We hung out the entire day jumping onboard the Hop On Hop Off service ending at the Jameson’s Distillery. That evening we decided to dress in groovy Christmas sweaters and hit Temple Bar attempting the 12 Pubs of Christmas. We made it through the night in the process being titled ‘eyesores’ at a local club for our chosen attire and danced the night away.
The morning came and this was a sad moment as Kelly was heading off to Cork, Ireland with her friends for the wedding. I was to say goodbye and travel to Switzerland. I walked to Kelly’s hostel where the car was already packed. We gave each other a big cuddle, and I told her to have safe travels and I would see her soon. Off she went.

Now I was left speechless and all I can remember thinking in my head as I walked back to my accommodation was I need to see this girl again. We continued to talk each and every day as I travelled throughout Europe and would joke about her coming over and visiting again. Her trip in Dublin ended and she flew back to the USA. After all of this, my friend I was travelling with was getting to a point where he didn’t feel like he could continue travelling and decided it would be best if he flew back to Sydney and end the trip early. I was now to be a solo traveller, and I saw no better opportunity than now to get Kelly back over to Europe. I suggested perhaps she flew over to Europe to hang out and spend New Years in Berlin with me. To my surprise she thought exactly the same thing, and after an intimidating Skype interview with her father, the tickets were booked.

Does love blossom in Europe?…Read my next post to find out!