I first started travelling when I was 6 months old- around Europe in a combi van. My parents always travelled a lot and being the hippy era I was taken everywhere with them.
Mum grew up in Sri Lanka and Dad and I were both born in Weymouth on the south west coast of England where we all lived until I completed pre school. Then we moved to a town on the south east coast of Australia.
Being passionate travelers and having family all over the world we went overseas every few years which was a great experience that I will be forever grateful for- even if it means I caught the travel bug early.
In year four we spent 6 months overseas and I was taught basic Maths and English by my dad. I learnt much more about life and the big world that was out there than I ever would have by staying behind for school.
When I finished high school my parents promptly gave me a round the world ticket with an open return so I went back to Weymouth to live with grandma and work in a restaurant owned by my dads friend. And so began my grand tour around thirteen countries in Europe in three months with a girlfriend I had met in the restaurant to many of the places I had been to as a baby in the back of a van but could not remember.
Since then I have travelled back to Sri Lanka and many places by myself , with friends and with family.
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