Things don’t always go as planned. Especially if you’re me.
I am everything a traveler should not be. I dread packing my bags because I tend to bring everything. Yet I complain when my backpack gets too heavy. I am geographically challenged, too shy to ask for directions, and too shy to haggle. I am clumsy. Carefree. Accident-prone. The only thing I share with most travelers is the drive to see the world. Yes, that drive.
When I started this blog, I was struggling to make ends meet. I was at the very bottom of the corporate ladder, working an 8-5 job. I shared a dodgy apartment with five friends and every payday I would always watch my cash vanish into thin air. And by thin air, I mean rent, bills, and daily expenses. I could not even afford to go out of town on my own. At the time, the farthest place that I had visited for leisure was, well, Tagaytay City. Ha, beat that.
The first several posts on this blog were actually part of company outings and business trips that I gladly took advantage of. The more places I set foot on for work, the more I was inspired to work harder, save bigger, and eventually go farther. I accepted part-time jobs and grabbed every opportunity to earn extra. Whatever I saved, I spent on indulging my wanderlust. It started out like that. I was happy to be trapped in that clockwork for I knew that for every week-long perseverance, I would be rewarded with an exciting weekend somewhere I had never been to before. I was totally fine with it.
That was the plan.
But you know life; it’s that one place where plans go to die. I didn’t expect that the blog itself — this blog — would open doors and pave way to more opportunities. Last year, I finally bade Sayonara to my office-based job and said Hola to eternal weekends. Some call it luck. I’d like to think it’s hard work. Maybe it’s a one-two punch of both.
The name of the blog was inspired by “The Seven Poor Travelers” by Charles Dickens, one of the blogger’s favorite writers, although the concept of this blog is oddly distant and unrelated to the story. I guess the only link there is that I want to give a positive influence to all who read this blog.
While most people now hardly label me “poor” when it comes to finances, I still find myself desperately struggling when I’m on the road. This blog is a diary of a traveler who always finds himself getting ripped off, whose time is always wasted getting lost, whose trips are always challenged by the sour weather, and whose bowel movement always gets in the way. I make mistakes, lots of them. Poor me.
Yes, you’ll find mistakes on this blog. But here’s hoping you’ll learn from them.