Ever wish your Hogwarts letter came in the mail? That Narnia actually existed? That there were flying ships in the clouds ready to take you away to something new? We all read books to escape the mundane, the boring reality of life as we know it, nothing special and nothing magical to drag us on an adventure. But is getting lost in a book really the only way to experience the incredible?
backpacking pulls you into a community that is so different, so unique, so unreal that it actually is its own magic.
You find yourself thrust into a place you have never been before, each street a mystery, the food confusing and every minute a separate adventure. You find strangers, people so different from you its hard not to ask the stupidest of questions and you stay with them. You eat with them, you drink with them, you party and discover and learn with them.
It's your reminder that home is always waiting, but the adventure doesn't need to end.
One where stranger danger doesn't exit and trying the same thing twice is stupid but trying it once is a must.
back to places you have never even been before yet still call your name.