Alongside ‘Is it safe?’ and ‘Why?’, the most common question I’ve been asked since booking my trip to Iran is ‘What will you wear?’ It’s not a new conundrum. In fact, it’s one faced by many a girl trying to ‘travel light’. This time however, my fears go a lot further than pure vanity or indecisiveness.
…I miss it. The travel writing that is. My days as editor of Real Travel feel like a long time ago, despite being just 12 months since I left. It may have taken a year – and trips to Thailand, Croatia, France and Laos – for the novelty of not writing about my latest travels to wear off. But I’m ready to make my come back.
In short, I’m bored of the day job. So I have decided to write a blog.
So here it is! My intrepid adventure into the not-so-new-anymore world of blogging. Sending my words into the virtual world for anyone to read. And I couldn’t have chosen a better time to start, because it takes my mind of the waiting.
What am I waiting for, you say? It’s the same impatient excitement that every traveller experiences at one time or another – I am waiting for an all-important document to arrive: my visa. But this one is slightly different. This time my excitement is edged with apprehension. The question isn’t so much ‘When will it arrive?’ as ‘Will it?’