Mexico, Belize, Guatemala, Costa Rica. Traveling by backpack, I began to lose count of the countries I passed through. The days became weeks. Time slowed beautifully down.

This was really the start of my ‘career’ in travel. Later, I’d train to become a divemaster in the waters of Thailand. At the edge of the ocean, I lived, and ate, alongside the locals. I became part of the furniture. Australia followed, then the Philippines, Myanmar, Cuba, Jordan. The weeks became years.

As a Travel Expert, it’s my job to help travelers write their own travel stories – to find the places they want to lose themselves in, be it for days or weeks (or even months). I often ask myself: what do these journeys share? I think it’s the desire to scratch an itch, to pursue the thread of our curiosity, wherever it ends up taking us.