I once wrote that “Travel without fear is like meat without salt.” I have been obsessed with traveling since I was a kid of about eleven (I still remember the magnetic force of the sellotaped school atlas), because of my insatiable curiosity about the world and its peoples. A journey without any fear is bland, like salt-less meat, or soup. I’ve never laughed, loved or cried so much as when traveling. Yes I’ve been scared, but very few regrets. Three years in Central Asia, two in the Middle East and five in Central and West Africa has quietened the itch for a while: I am currently a nomad with a full-time job that takes me on shorter trips across Europe. This is a pause, I’ll never stop gazing towards the horizon and the open road. where I often feel most at home… I will pack my bag again…..