How I got addicted to travel: My travel story

This time, seven years ago, I put on a brave face as I hugged my Mum and Dad goodbye at Heathrow Airport. “I’m sure it’ll go fast… Don’t worry I’ll be fine.” I was¬†petrified but didn’t want to show it.¬†I hadn’t really planned for this. By a few twists of fate, I was 19 years old and on a gap year. I’d been on a…