The beginning
Trip Start
Aug 07, 2008
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Trip End
Dec 10, 2009
Northampton, England, United Kingdom
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
I used to be pretty happy with my lot. I worked hard in finance in London, it paid ok...and i spent ALL my free time and most of my money on skydiving and base jumping. I guess i was pretty happy - although that was a balance of two extremes - a job that i now realise i hated and a sport that i really loved. I never felt the slightest desire to travel - not before uni, not after, not until...
...the credit crunch hit. When i lost my job, my appetite to jump 10 times a weekend, or even once for that matter, went with it (so they -were- balancing each other...).
And that niggling feeling - 'TRAVEL', somewhere in the back of my mind, expanded into being the only rational thing to do. I didn't bother looking for a new job and I didn't know where to start my trip.
As it turns out, i went to my last skydiving trip with old uni mates (to Gap, France....again), had a great time, had my 1st ever malfunction on my 993rd jump, came home and booked the cheapest transatlantic flight i could find...which happened to be to Toronto. So it begins...
