One way we managed to significantly boost our travel fund was by selling a lot of our stuff. We realised, we’re not going to use all those old gadgets and books, DVDs and other clutter while we’re on the road, so why not turn them into travel cash instead?
It’s a strange feeling to be so close to the very thing I’ve wanted for so long; to be on the verge of doing something that used to feel virtually impossible. I can’t believe that in 15 weeks’ time we’ll be out there travelling the world after years of dreaming, saving up our money and obsessively planning our travel adventure. I should be jumping-for-joy ecstatic, singing-from-the-rooftops excited – and don’t get me wrong, I am – but why do I also feel so incredibly sad?
What brings thousands of women out on a cold, wet, dark November night in London? What would make us angry enough to march through the streets of London waving placards, singing, blowing whistles and foghorns?