One of my favourite things to do when I first arrive in a new place, is drop my bags somewhere safe and go on a no time restraint, no specific direction, no plans, kind of walk. I let my senses guide me in the direction of excitement and adventure. I stop and chat to people I meet along the way, take in my surroundings, and test my willingness to try new things.
I want to travel back in time to the experience that gave birth to my travel bug. It all happened during the year of 2005. It was my last semester of high school, and spending four months in Paraguay, South America was an opportunity offered by my school as an co-op program in exchange for six credits. I was 17 years old, and boarding my first plane without my parents to a foreign land called Paraguay.
I recently attended a travel blogger conference in Innsbruck in the Austrian Alps. A full and interesting program, lots of inspiration and great fun to meet up with fellow bloggers and writers. Hats off to Oliver and Travel Bloggers Unite (TBU) for a well-organised event.
It’s early evening in the village surrounding Qala’at al-Bahrain. The creatively decorated houses remind me of pictures in fairy-tales, especially through the filter of the setting sun. Five horsemen appear out of the dusk in front of the silhouette of a large 16th century Portuguese fort. This is home to Iranians, says Aziz, my guide for the evening. This is a shia village.