So yesterday I finally had the balls to do something I have been thinking about for years: I got a tattoo. Turns out that my fear was not necessary (even though it did hurt) and 12 hours later I am still completely in love with it. I’ll definitely post a picture soon, but for now, check out these beautiful travel related tattoos found on Instagram.
New York, Paris, London… Where to start?
Flying is boring and annoying, but airplanes are still the easiest way to travel to all those beautiful places on your bucket list.
A much nicer way to get from A to B: The good old bicycle!
Hot Air Balloons
For those who prefer a very vintage way of travelling.
…of your favourite place(s) on earth of course.
North, East, South, West – Where to go next?
Yes, every basic white girl on Instagram seems to have this tattoo these days. Chiara Ferragni also has it. But whatever, I still think it’s a nice one. Bonus: You can colour the countries you have been to.
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A bit more original than the layout of the world map.
I love elephants, flamingos, peacocks, sea turtles etc. and think they make for beautiful tattoos.
Sights and Landmarks
Because we’ll always have Paris…
You finally made a big dream come true? Why not getting a very special souvenir?
So, this happened today in the spur of the moment. Think it's the smallest tat I've gotten. Little memory from my first ever skydive last week! Thanks to the team at Taupo Tandem Skydiving for an incredible first experience start to finish and my hilariously experienced jumper; Brad. Tattoo done at Ballistic Tattoo Auckland. #taupotandemskydiving #skydive #tattoo #parachute #smallesttattoo #ballistictattoo #skydiving #tandemskydive #ink #freshink #auckland #newzeland #traveltattoo #nz #taupo
While I do not have great memories of all the airports I have been to (read more about my Airport Adventures – One Old Gypsy here), this tattoo is such a cool and easy way to instantly bring back awesome travel memories.
Some might say they’re cheesy, but in my opinion all those travel quotes are still a good source of inspiration and motivation.
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Mountains, Sea, Forests: Nature is so beautiful and provides plenty of inspiration for awesome tats.
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Or: All of the above aka The Ultimate Travel Tattoo
While something like this would look completely over the top on me, I still love this tattoo so much. It kind of feels like the inked version of a Wes Anderson movie, doesn’t it?
I have been an avid reader of numerous blogs for many, many years and when I decided to embark on a solo trip, I added tons of travel blogs to my feed reader. Traveling solo as a girl is not the same as traveling solo as a guy, and I found these blogs to be particularly inspiring/helpful/authentic for my travel preparations:
Travelettes: “The Travelettes are a group of female travelers, writers and photographers sharing their travel stories online since August 2009. We come from all corners of the world and it is our goal to inspire, inform and motivate young women to travel more.” There are hardly any countries not featured on this traveller collective’s website. They are particularly strong on content for Asia and Europe and also run a very active and helpful Facebook Group.
Adventurous Kate: “At age 26, I quit my job to travel the world alone. I spent six fantastic months in Southeast Asia and turned my travel blog into a full-time business. Today, I travel full-time, going anywhere that sounds wacky or beautiful or interesting. My goal is to show YOU how you can travel the world on your own — easily, safely, and adventurously.” I guess there is nothing more to add here!
Alex in Wanderland: “I’m a New York native who left my home to explore the world slowly and thoroughly. I’m just a little obsessed with photography, scuba diving, and reading guidebooks to countries I have no immediate plans to visit.” I love the colourful layout of her blog, combined with good photography and authentic writing. This blog makes you want to pack your bags immediately.
Messy Nessy Chic: “Blogging on the Fashionable, the unique and the chic, everything you read and see on Messy Nessy Chic has been written and designed from my shabby chic room in Paris or sometimes from the little cafe downstairs ; ) Messy Nessy Chic is a mood board of information for just about anything from life & style to travel & food recommendations.” This may not be your traditional travel blog, but I could spend hours procrastinating over Nessy’s eclectic content.
World of Wanderlust: “Out of a love for writing and sharing stories, I created this space on the internet to connect with likeminded travelers around the world. I travel the world solo full time living a work + travel lifestyle. I share my experiences and travel tips here on WoW and I hope you enjoy the site!” Definitely more upscale and less adventurous than the other travel blogs featured here, but I still love Brooke’s writing and photography. Plus we both share a love for hats.
I admit that my choice of quitting my job and Paris in order to travel is strongly connected with what I hope to be some kind of catharsis (read more on that here). Yet it was only after I booked my one way ticket to Bangkok that I read (and discovered) the book Wild by Cheryl Strayed. I have been an avid reader ever since I learnt how to do so, but rarely have I read a book I identified with as much. And it was after reading this book that I KNEW for sure that I made the right decision.
Strayed lost the ground under her feet after her mother died when she was in her early twenties. In brutal and painful honesty she describes the grief of losing the most important person her life, her difficult childhood, her relations falling apart, her abortion and getting hooked on heroin.
It was then that she decided that something had to change. She had to change. Her cure: walking. Without much previous hiking experience and a ton of wrong equipment in her backpack, Strayed walked more than a thousand miles on the Pacific Crest Trail – a pretty savage trail on the American west coast, going all the way from Mexico to Canada.
Nothing did. Nothing would. Nothing could ever bring my mother back or make it okay that she was gone. Nothing would put me beside her the moment she died. It broke me up. It cut me off. It tumbled me end over end.
It took me years to take my place among the ten thousand things again. To be the woman my mother raised. To remember how she said honey and picture her particular gaze. I would suffer, I would suffer. I would want things to be different than they were. The wanting was a wilderness and I had to find my own way out of the woods. It took me four years, seven months and three days to do it. I didn’t know where I was going until I got there.
It was a place classed the Bridge of the Gods.
During her three-month adventure, she encountered many an obstacle, solitude, difficulties – but also new friends and gratification. It was exactly what she needed in order to get her life back together.
I can not only relate to her experiences (apart from the heroin and abortion parts, for which I still can’t judge her), but also her love for literature, her take on solitude (those two often go hand in hand) as well as her feminist and rock’n’roll mindset. Sometimes it would even freak me out how well she put into words exactly what I was feeling, but was uncapable of expressing myself.
Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren’t a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.
Almost two decades after embarking on her PCT adventure, she published her autobiographical novel “Wild”, which was also adapted to a movie starring Reese Witherspoon. And while the movie is pretty good and will probably join the eternal list of classic travel movies, in my opinion it just does not do the book all the justice it deserves, as so much of the book’s essential honesty is left unsaid. (Big love for the soundtrack though)
Here are some more of my favourite quotes and passages of Wild – A Journey From Lost To Found:
I had to change. I had to change was the though that drove me in those months of planning. Not into a different person, but back into the person I used to be – strong and responsible, clear-eyed and driven, ethical and good.
Of all the things that convinced me that I should not be afraid while on this journey, of all the things I’d made myself believe so I could hike the PTC, the death of my mother was the thing that made my believe the most deeply in my safety: nothing bad could happen to me, I thought. The worst thing already had.
It was wrong. It was so relentlessly awful that my mother had been taken from me. I couldn’t even hate her properly. I didn’t get to grow up and pull away from her and bitch about her with my friends and confront her about the things I wished she’d done differently and then get older and understand that she had done the best she could and realize that what she ha done was pretty damn good and take her fully back into my arms again. Her death had obliterated that. Her death had obliterated me It had cut me short at the very height of my youthful arrogance. It had forced me to instantly grow up and forgive her every motherly fault at the same time that it kept me forever a child, my life both ended and begun in that premature place where we’d left off. She was my mother, but I was motherless. I was trapped by her but I was utterly alone. She would always be the empty bowl and no one could fill. I’d have to fill it myself again and again and again.
Much as I loved and admired my mother, I’d spent my childhood planning not to become her. (…) “I’ve never got to be in the driver’s seat of my own life,”, she’d wept to me once, in the days after she learned she was to die. “I always did what someone else wanted me to do. I’ve always been someone’s daughter or mother or wife. I’ve never just been me.”
“Oh Mom,” was all I cold say as I stroked her hand.
I was too young to say anything else.