221 Days • 17 Countries • 64 Stops • 73 Different Accommodations • 91 Beds • 57,000 Miles
In desperate need of an adventure, on 27th December 2016 I packed my life into a rucksack; emptied my savings account; said goodbye to my friends, and took a one-way flight from Scotland all the way to Sydney, Australia.
As the city's epic New Year's Eve fireworks display illuminated the iconic Harbour Bridge and set the jet-black sky alive with a kaleidoscope of colour, I chilled with some friends and beers in one of the state parks and hatched a rough plan of attack; a plan which I may as well have ripped up and thrown away right there and then.
Instead of sticking to a meticulous and well-thought-out agenda, in true Crobs Abroad fashion what ensued was a chaotic journey of discovery and self-actualisation; fuelled by a never ending flow of beer, profanity, debauchery, and madness.
Over the course of seven-and-a-half months I backpacked through three entire continents, meeting a host of wild and incredible people, ridding my ignorance of different cultures and enhancing my stereotypes of others; all whilst testing my stomach and liver in the process.
From going hunting for dragons in Indonesia; to riding scooters through rural Vietnam; to bathing with elephants in Thailand; to 3 am drunken archery in Laos, the amount of life-enhancing experiences I had was utterly astounding.
All the while, however, I managed to remain the same boy from Glasgow. All these people who come back from long-term trips and claim that they can't look at the world in the same way as they did before can bite it. If anything, my sense of humour is as dry as ever after realising how few people actually understand when Scots are joking or not. And this is probably evident no more so than in my writing...