How I ended up blindfolded in a cellar on my second day travelling – A Gap year of Progress Slovenia


How I ended up blindfolded in a cellar on my second day travelling – A Gap year of Progress Slovenia pt 1

Before I delve into my travels I would like to clarify that I did indeed return with all of my limbs intact - albeit at the expense of a good article.

The day of reckoning was finally upon me, a month backpacking solo with only myself to rely on. It was a four week trial to see if 18 years on the planet had provided me with any sort of self sufficiency or independence. Prior to all of this, the furthest and longest I had travelled solo was to Nottingham for one night, which truly paled in comparison for what was I was about to embark upon.

The terror as I strolled towards London Stanstead security alone for the first time in my life; equipped with my Lowe Alpine Carry on Backpack, shaky hands that screamed ‘suspect individual’ and a heart rate on par with Maradonnas after the Nigeria game as I hoped for a streamline entry into the airport .

Luck would have it that once I had placed all my belongings into the trays provided; I still managed to set off the metal detector whilst going through security clearance. I was briskly yanked to one side and thoroughly groped down (this wasn’t the last time such events occurred on my travels but I will delve into that later).

Normally you’d have to buy me a drink and get to know me on a first name basis for such heavy petting, but hey ho if you’re not getting out of your comfort zone on your gap year like I was, then quite frankly you’re doing it all wrong.