Alycia in Nicaragua

Guest Post: And Then, To the Dismay of Our Mothers, Liz and I Somehow Hitchhiked Across a Developing Nation

It all started with a chicken bus, a missed morning shuttle, and my love of waterfalls.

For those of you who don’t know, a chicken bus, for all intents and purposes, is a repurposed school bus, potentially from the 1960s (I don’t know for sure) dubbed as such because literally anyone can transport anything they can carry on a chicken bus. Including, your very own chickens.

Now, we would not have been on the chicken bus if the family owning the tourist business we had booked the trip with had told us where the shuttle would pick us up for the volcano tour. (This did not happen.) And, if I didn’t love waterfalls, Liz and I may have been satisfied to explore local Ometepe. Instead, we were on a beautifully painted, if crowded, chicken bus.

On this particular day, there were no chickens on the bus, just loads of people. Like, sardines may have been more comfortable in their can than we were on this cheap and cost effective method of transit. Filled to the brim, a little girl perched happily at the window beside the driver, and no less then two gentleman hung tight to the entrance of the yellow, re-purposed school bus while the door hung open. Seats, aisles, and even the staircase to the aisle provided room for passengers. I tried to take a picture but couldn’t reach my phone. My butt had already managed to obstruct the view of several passengers and after numerous apologies of, ‘lo siento,’ it seemed as though it was my destiny to be in the way.

The fare to get on the bus was less than one US dollar, and it was the way local Nicaraguans traveled from place to place. At the first stop, Liz and I hopped toward a seat, attempting to create space for people to get off the chicken bus as quickly as possible. I bumped into a small local Nicaraguan woman. ‘Lo Siento, Senora, disculpame.’

“What the fuck!?” A man got on the bus, yelled in English and loudly began to complain. This random guy had determined that Liz and I were obviously from another country (surprise! We were two of maybe 4 people on the bus speaking in English,) and, clearly his curiosity had been piqued. Let me tell you, as a foreigner there is nothing better than being hit on by a random guy on a crowded bus. (reader, please, I hope you understood the sarcasm). He somehow pushed and prodded to get towards us.

“You know,” he said through a heavy Spanish accent, “I was born in Utah, and I fought in the Iraqi War.”

“You don’t say,” I said quietly to myself in English. The man, of course, may well have been born in Utah and may well have fought in the Iraq war, but seriously?! He was drawing a ridiculous amount of attention to himself, and, because he was attempting to talk to Liz and me, us as well.

“The bus is so fucking crowded, What the fuck!?” The man continued to shout obscenities. Attempting to ignore his behavior, I turned to a woman next to me.

“Buenas, Como estas?” That’s when the 70- year old man in a concert T-shirt began to laugh at me,

“Mind the leg,” he said with an English accent, “it’s broken.” He wore light, white linen pants, had long stringy blonde-white hear, and a white linen jacket over his ACDC concert T. Indeed, his leg was sticking straight out from under the seat and seemed to be in a cast. He had a cane next to him. I barely had time to process this information when-

“Ay, mamacita, come hang out with me I need to practice my English.” The obnoxious man from before tried to get my attention.

“Yo no interesante, tengo un novio.” At which point, he turned his attention to my friend Liz.

“I have a purple heart.” Somehow, the juxtaposition of the scent of alcohol, heavy Spanish accent, and string of obscenities leaving his mouth made me doubt this. Perhaps I was right, because when the bus stopped, somehow, Liz’s bag ended up out of her hands and off of the bus. Luckily, the driver managed to get the bag back and nothing was stolen.

Apparently the a woman close to Liz grabbed the bag, tossed it to the man at the next stop, and claimed that she had thought they were traveling together. Is this the truth? To this day, I don’t know but, nothing was stolen out of Liz’s bag, and the important part is that she got it back.

So when I say, “Ella es mi amiga, y nosotros no interesante,” at this point, it seems completely justified. The irate man finds the only other blonde girl and asks me, “is she with you?”And, honestly, the girl wasn’t but I’ll be damned if I let him harass another poor unsuspecting tourist.

“Si, ella es mi amiga y-” I look at the girl who looks at me, “tiene un novio, estamos occupado.’ I try to whisper to her, “I’m telling him off,” but the bus is noisy and crowded, and the girl just looks confused, so I introduce myself and Liz to her and inform her that she is now part of my friend group, at least for the duration of the bus ride. Liz starts to tell her about the waterfalls, and the British man with the broken leg is giggling to himself, turns around and says,

“Ladies, I live near the waterfall, and if you follow me I’ll get ya there.” I look the guy up and down. A near 70-year old man with a broken leg and hippie garb is clearly less threatening than this young, obnoxious guy who may have already tried to steal a bag.

“All right then! Here’s our stop!” And we get off the bus onto the crossroads with the 70-year old man who has a broken leg, the blonde girl from the bus, and our backpacks intact.

“I’m McClain.” the man says, “And ladies, today w’re going to hitchhike, we’ve got all day, and we will most certainly get to the waterfalls.” We stand together in the shade in the crossroads and wait for our ride. As it turns out McClain, self-proclaimed DMT Doctor, is an experienced UK expat touting the benefits and medicinal uses of DMT after joining a Mexican Payote Tribe. Apparently, DMT only increases a chemical you already have in your system. (Who knew?)

He has been traveling around Central America for several years, and, in addition to his copious knowledge about DMT, is also knowledgeable and helpful concerning political upheavals in surrounding countries.

“Yea, you might want to skip Honduras.” He informs Liz and me as we wait for our ride, “I’ve hitchhiked all across Central America and now is not the time to go.”

The blonde girl from the bus was named Anna, and she was from Germany on holiday. Her boyfriend decided to go hiking, and she decided to spend the day at the beach, and meet up with him later. During the bus ride, she made the decision to come with us and explore the local falls. The four of us made quite a crew.

“We’ve got all day ladies, let’s make ourselves comfortable.” McClain sits back in the shade.

Sure enough, in ten minutes, we are able to hop on the back of a cement truck. Liz, Anna, and I hop on, and the truck begins to drive off without McClain. “Para!” I yell. (It means stop in Spanish). So, the driver stops, and McClain hobbles to the front, using his cane. It takes about half an hour to reach a new set of crossroads, on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere.

“Ah, ladies, I apologize,” McClain stretches his arms, “If I’da known that we would end up here, I’d’ve had him drop us off at the last crossroads.” So we find some shade, and wait again. That’s when McClain tells us about his leg,

“I was in a motorcycle accident ’bout a week ago, ” he begins, “but, it didn’t get better, and I hitchhiked my way to the mainland. Turns out it was broken.” he laughs, “and I got me fluid build up in my other leg. The doctor wanted to amputate, but life’s shit enough with two legs in’t it? So I go me’self some antibiotics and a hammock and me two legs, they work just fine.”

It’s incredible to me that a man the same age as my grandparents would still be living in Central America, backpacking about with a broken leg.

“It’s just a better life here dearie,” he tells me when I ask, “the weather, the cost of living… I wouldn’t trade it fer the world.” And, indeed, on this very day, Liz and I spent maybe $20 USD for our lodgings, food, entertainment, and transit. So, McClain is not lying when he says that life’s just better here. And then, we manage to hail down a cheap shuttle ($1/person), and a four-wheeler for McClain (he didn’t want to pay $3 for the shuttle) and are on our way to the waterfalls.

And, that’s when Liz and I began to hitch-hike around Nicaragua. In spite of my questionable Spanish, we managed to have only great experiences, and learned loads about the people and culture in Nicaragua.

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Alycia is an educator turned world traveler. Her mission is to learn as much about other cultures, people and places as she can before returning to work with students in the future. She enjoys adventuring, and attempts to speak several languages, mastering at the point only English. She would appreciate it if you checked out her blog at

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Summer or Winter Christmas: Battle of the Seasons

It’s almost Christmas! Wow! We’ve had such an amazing year, but we’re now looking forward to wrapping the year up, with family and friends, and some incredible feasting! We haven’t posted in a while  – sorry guys! – so we thought we’d bring you a bit of a Christmas battle of the seasons to get you dreaming of your favourite holiday festivities! It’s Cheri versus Maggie. Summer versus winter. Yorkshire pudding versus prawns on the BBQ. David versus Goliath. Actually, scratch that last one.


Christmas – Winter or Summer?

Cheri: Definitely summer. I’ve had two white Christmases. It was everything the movies promise from the smell of the real Christmas tree to making a snowman with a carrot nose. I absolutely loved every minute, but it didn’t feel like my Christmas.

Maggie: Definitely winter. I’ve never had a white Christmas, but I’ve spent January in Europe and the UK, as well as a snowy winter in New Zealand. I would LOVE to spend a Christmas overseas, somewhere cold, with mulled wine and a fireplace. That would be a dream come true.


Have you ever had a winter Christmas?

Cheri: Yes, twice while living in Canada.

Maggie: No. Sad face. Soon. Soooooon I tell you!


Have you ever had a summer Christmas?

Cheri: Yes! Growing up in Australia, it’s hot everywhere that time of year!

Maggie: Every damn year. Awful frizzy hair, sweaty makeup. Bleargh. But….beach. Australian beaches are amazing!


Best thing about a winter Christmas?

Cheri: Fireplaces, Smores, snow angels, snowboarding! Plus, I felt like I was living in an American or British sitcom.  (I say sitcom because I’m so funny!)

Maggie: Every Harry Potter movie and British Christmas film ever made. Every American Christmas film ever made. Bridget Jones. Die Hard. Snow. Fireplaces. Beanies. Big coats. All of it.


Best thing about a summer Christmas?

Cheri: Beaches and backyard cricket, cooking on the barbie, long days and those beautiful summer sunsets!

Maggie: The beach and the fresh prawns are amazing, I’ve got to admit.


Favourite winter Christmas activity?

Cheri: Snowball fights! I suck so bad at them and I’m totally an easy target, but oh so much fun!

Maggie: I’m going to sound like a broken record, but seriously…sitting by the fire with the snow falling outside, or walking the streets in a beanie and a big coat and falling into a pub for a Guinness (or ten) and a pork pie. Shit yeah.


Favourite winter Christmas dish?

Cheri: Yorkshire Puddings with gravy. They are the bomb-diggity! I don’t know how they came to exist in this crazy world (I’m sure I could google that), but they are the best thing since sliced bread! Speaking of bread, bread and butter pudding is amazeballs too!

Maggie: All of them. Roast meat. Yorkshire puddings. Puddings in general. Actually, just all the pudding. That’s my final answer. Lock it in. Pudding.


Favourite summer Christmas activity?

Cheri: Backyard cricket with no shoes. Not wearing shoes is the best!

Maggie: Cooking up a mad feast, drinking champagne for breakfast and hitting the beach on Boxing Day (with the 456, 789, 005 other people who had the same idea).


Favourite summer Christmas dish?

Cheri: Mangoes! Pavlova! And aaaaallll the seafood!! Oh my gosh, is it Christmas Day yet?!

Maggie: Fresh prawns are amazing, and were my Dad’s favourite, so I’m always keen for those. But that’s the honourable mention. The real winner is trifle. I mean, custard, sherry, jelly, cake, custard. What’s not to love? Did I mention custard?

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Episode 6 ‘Julie from A Not So Young Woman Abroad’

Flying solo for this episode, while on a trip to New Zealand, Maggie was lucky enough to interview travel blogger Julie, from A Not So Young Woman Abroad. Julie shares her insights on travelling as a solo female, and about what led her to begin travel blogging. She also gives some invaluable advice to those wishing to turn their passion for travel into a business.

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Cooking with Rule Breakers

Cooking with Rule Breakers Episode One: Baking at home with Maggie (with booze)

In this first episode of Cooking with Rule Breakers, Maggie takes one of the recipes from the FREE cookbook ‘Travel Food: Recipes for Wanderers and Lazy Cooks’ (download it at and also cooks SCONES! Never fear, lazy, terrible cooks that you are – you too can enjoy these little heavenly baked goods. There’s some bad language (have you ever listened to our podcast? It’s what we do), there’s some drinking, there’s talk of Botox, and there’s mostly just Maggie having a good time in the kitchen.

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Episode 5 ‘Glen Puxty on Joining the Navy and More’

In this episode, Maggie talks to old friend and self-confessed awkward, nerdy guy, Glen Puxty about running away to join the Australian navy. He tells us about nearly getting shot in the Middle East, drinking cobra rice wine in the depths of Asia and his other escapades. We reminisce about highschool, about escaping our home town, about the deaths of our dads and much more.

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Nature-Lover and Adventure Junkie Rachel Spring

Nature-lover and adventure junkie Rachel Spring gave us at Rule Breakers & Risk Takers some insight into what inspires her travel plans. (Hint: if it involves building up a sweat, she’s probably into it.) Currently residing on the Sunshine Coast, in Queensland, Australia, she’s making plans to head off again soon and do some work overseas.

G’day Rachel, thanks for being with us at RBRT. Would you tell us a bit about yourself. What do you do? What makes you tick? What are your passions?

I am currently teaching, I chose this career because I enjoy inspiring kids and teaching them about the world. It is also a super flexible career that lets me have plenty of time off for travel. I am planning to work overseas in the next couple of years too. Adventure and nature are always a big part of my travel plans. I like to see new cities and meet the locals but I love seeing the wildlife and natural beauties of a country. I enjoy trekking, hiking and just about any type of adventure sport. I have been skydiving, paragliding, snowboarding, scuba diving, abseiling down waterfalls, spelunking in caves and am always up for a new adventure.

Where have you travelled in the world?

I did a few short trips during university to Vanuatu, Indonesia and Laos. Last year I spent a year of solo travel across Europe and Asia. Starting in France, then onto Germany, Switzerland, Belgium, Netherlands, Hungary, Czech Republic, Poland, Austria, Italy, Greece, Croatia, Spain, Romania, Serbia, Montenegro, Albania, Bosnia and Herzegovina, next onto Asia, with a month in India, Nepal, Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam and the Philippines before flying home to Australia just in time for Christmas.

Yikes, that’s a pretty extensive list. It’s making us jealous, in fact. We know it’s hard to pick, but what’s your favourite place?

Tough question! I have many favourites. My top pick would have to be trekking to Everest Base Camp in Nepal.


It was just an unforgettable experience, the hardest thing I have ever done and the most incredibly rewarding.

What kind of travel do you love most?

I love to have a good mixture. Solo travel is great because you get to do whatever you want but it is also nice to have a travel buddy sometimes. I did an intrepid tour for a month in India and met some really amazing people. Outdoors activities are often a main focus in my travels.

Why do you love it?

Depends on the travel style they are all different, challenging and amazing in their own way.

Would you tell us a story about your best travel experience/s:

I highly recommend Eastern Europe, places like Poland, Hungary, Romania, Bosnia and Herzegovina. They are cheaper than central Europe and have a lot of interesting history. I met many wonderful travellers in the countries of Eastern Europe and had too many amazing experiences to list here. I also couldn’t recommend couch surfers enough, I met such kind hearted locals who opened their homes to me. I stayed with a local in Germany and ended up staying an extra week to celebrate her birthday with her family and friends.

What is the craziest/stupidest/most dangerous thing you’ve ever done while travelling?

I was in Romania and decided to do a solo day trek to the summit of Mt Omu. I did a bit of research and bought a topographical map at a local store. I set off in the early morning with a back pack, plenty of water, lunch and a light rain jacket. After about 4 hours of hiking I realised there was snow at the top and it was quite cold. I eventually made it to the snowy freezing summit (in Nike joggers) admired the view, took a few go-pro snaps and started making my way down the mountain. After about 20km I was deep in the forest of scots pines walking along a winding trail. It was about 5pm so not long until dark. I crossed over a small dirt road and was faced with a sign with big red writing in Romanian, from the picture of the big brown bear my best guess was that the sign said something along the lines of “danger!” “bears!” I paused for a few minutes and reviewed my map, my choice was either stick to the road and add an extra 8km to town (it would be dark soon) or keep going on the trail through the forest only 2km to town. I decided the best choice would be through the forest and to get back to town before dark. Remembering my research, don’t run and make constant noise to let the bears know you are coming so they are not startled. I have never whistled so loud for so long or walked so fast in my life. My heart was racing the whole time. But I made it back safe and sound, with no bear sightings.

Holy moly, Rachel! That is INTENSE! If you weren’t already an honourary Rule Breaker, you certainly are now! *pins commemorative medal on your chest* So, what’s your advice for other would-be adventurers on breaking rules and taking risks when you’re travelling?

When travelling it’s important to know the countries laws. I have skinny dipped in fountains, broken hostel curfew times, not paid for public transport on the odd occasion, jumped fences and hiked in out of bounds areas. It can be fun to bend or break the rules but you need to know the limits to stay safe. For example some countries you just don’t go anywhere near drugs as the prisons are scary places and you can be locked up for a long time.

Good tips. Great tips. We would consider ourselves measured risk-takers (most of the time) and would have to agree with you on being careful about what rules you break, and in which countries. Stay safe, kids!

So, Rachel, what’s your personal philosophy?

Fill your life with adventures, not things. Have stories to tell, not stuff to show.

*Sniffs* beautiful. Poetic, even.

Considering you’ve done so much travel, Rachel, where do you get your travel inspiration?

I like to research places before I go. I absolutely love watching documentaries or travel shows. I recommend Departures on Netflix or pretty much any travel documentary by Nat Geo or David Attenborough. Books are also great for ideas, Into the Wild is a long-time favourite of mine.

To paraphrase a classic – you’ve been everywhere, man. Is there anything still left on your bucket list?

I haven’t been everywhere but it’s on my list – Susan Sontag. My next adventure for 2018 will be working in Canada for the ski season, burning man in Utah, hike part of the PCT North from Mexico. Then onto South America for a few months, Machu Picchu, the Galapagos Islands, perhaps Antarctica if I have the time and money left at the end of the year.

Ok, so clearly you’ve got plenty left to see. We can wait to hear all about these adventures soon!

We’d love to know, what’s your biggest fear?

Reaching retirement and thinking “I wish I did …”

Anything else you’d like to add?

Don’t wait to travel! Do it as soon as you can for as long as you can. There is a lot of world out there to experience and you’ll never know until you go!


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Travel Guru and ‘Not So Young Woman Abroad’: Julie Beckers

We were pretty darn excited to get a chance to chat recently with Julie, of A Not So Young Woman Abroad. She’s won a swathe of awards in her time, chiefly for being among the top travel bloggers in the world. Rubbing shoulders with the ‘influencer’ crowd and batting off brands with a stick, to say Julie is a success in the travel entrepreneur community would be a gross understatement.

While we’re totally in awe of her credentials, what we’re most keen to talk to her about are her travel experiences. The name of her blog alone suggests that she likes to break the ‘rules’ a little. The idea that travel is a younger person’s game is not only outdated, it’s been terribly inaccurate for as long as it’s been around. Travel is all about diversity – of people, of cultures and of experiences – after all. Julie is proving to women…and men…young and old, that travel is for everyone. No matter your budget, your previous experience, or your preferred mode of transport, there’s a trip of a lifetime out there for you. For years now, Julie has been dishing out invaluable advice on travel, and relaying her anecdotes for a rabid audience. We’re among her adoring fans, and pens at the ready, we’re hoping to osmotically soak up some of her travel prowess.

So Julie, we’ll try not to fan-girl too hard, but please excuse us if we stare, starry-eyed a little. For those readers who are not yet following your blog, or social media pages, would you tell us a little about yourself. What do you do, what makes you tick, what are your passions?

I’m just an ordinary gal now in my early 50’s, with a passion to learn and an interest in culture, architecture and history.  My partner (the one I leave at home when I travel), family and friends enrich my life.

Personally, I’ve always been someone who isn’t afraid of trying new things and during the course of my life I’ve been privileged to break the glass ceiling in male dominated industries.

Others describe me as brave, resilient and a risk taker, in some ways I guess I am.   I travel solo and have a desire to encourage others to do so too, through my travel blog A Not So Young Woman Abroad.

We’re super impressed by your attitude to life, work and travel. We’d definitely call you a risk taker. Would you tell us, where have you travelled in the world?

Around the US, Canada numerous times, France, Italy, Singapore, New Zealand, Vanuatu, Noumea and most recently Turkey.

That’s a pretty fantastic list of destinations. And quite varied, too. What would you say is your favourite place?

I have lots of favourites, but my most favourite is France, I keep returning. To me it’s like a second home.


J’aime France!  The food, the people, the history, the architecture and art, it’s all consuming.

As far as culture goes, France has it in spades. What is your favourite way to travel, when you’re zipping off to these exotic locations?

I couldn’t imagine ever travelling on an arranged tour.  Couldn’t think of anything worse than hanging around people from my own country while I travel. I plan my own Solo Travel.  I love getting lost and experiencing the off the beaten track places.

Rule Breaker co-founder Maggie is a bit of a solo travel enthusiast, but she does admit, it gets a little hectic (read: scary, lonely, hard) sometimes. Tell us, why do you love to travel solo?

For me travelling solo is the only way to go.  You can easily jump out of your comfort zone when travelling on your own.  There’s no one to tell you what to do or where to go.  You can eat whatever you like and catch 40 winks whenever you please.

We totally concur. Solo travel opens you up to a lot of experiences you wouldn’t have otherwise (not to mention the ability to take unplanned naps at will. YES!) In fact, we think that everyone should travel alone at least once in their lives.

So, would you tell us a story about your best travel experience? We bet you’ve got plenty to choose from!

It’s hard to narrow down my best travel experiences.  Everywhere I go brings a different and unique experience.  One of my favourites is a story of a cheeky man in Marseille, France.

It was a glorious spring afternoon when my train from Lyon arrived in Marseille France. The sun was shining and being a weekend people were out and about enjoying a break from the cold weather.  Many people had told me that Marseille might be a bit too ‘cosmopolitan’ and ‘edgy’ for a woman travelling on her own.  But cosmopolitan and edgy is one of the most compelling reasons for me to travel to any destination.  I proceeded to walk to my hotel, which was situated at Vieux Port (Old Port) on the edge of the Mediterranean Sea.

After meandering down to the hill through the streets filled with the sounds and smells of a different place, I arrived at my accommodation and settled myself in.  The view from my hotel window was of the port.  It was magical and the sun seemed to dance on the water. There were people out and about around the port so I decided to go for a walk.  My stroll along the docks had taken me past some men fishing.  I checked out what they were catching and went on my way once more.  There is an amazing old fort at the end of the docks and I decided to take a closer look.

I am always alert of my surroundings when travelling in foreign places and I noticed a man (one of the men that I had previously seen fishing off the wharf) in my peripheral vision.  I kept walking and noticed that there were fewer people about the further I ventured.  Knowing that this man was following me I decided to turn around and make my way back.  The man smiled at me as I walked past him, he seemed pretty harmless. Soon the man had also turned around and was now at my side.  He asked me if I spoke French, to which I replied Oui (Yes).  We started having a little chat about how beautiful the day was and I asked him if he had had much luck catching fish.  Not long into our conversation this cheeky Frenchman, asked me if I would like to go behind the fort with him.  Non Merci Monsour!  I replied.  He then proceeded to tell me he was an excellent lover to which I replied that thanks very much but I have one of those at home.   I made my way back to my hotel.

See folks, it doesn’t matter where you go in the world, there is some guy waiting to give it a crack. And those chance encounters do tend to be some of the best – even if just for the story-telling factor. What would you say is the craziest/stupidest/most dangerous thing you’ve ever done while travelling?

Some might think that travelling on my own is somewhat crazy; others may think it stupid and dangerous.  I do have a habit of getting lost and sometimes this has taken me into places that others may not venture into on their own.  There have been times I have said to myself “what on earth were you thinking girl”.

What’s your philosophy on travel and/or life?

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
― Roald Dahl

I view the world as a magical place with many hidden secrets to be found.  I yearn to find the hidden gems and create opportunities to learn new things.

We knew there was a reason we loved you, Julie. Quoting Roald Dahl and spreading the magic of travel. Be still our beating hearts.

We’d love to know where you get your travel inspiration?

My inspiration comes from meeting people from all over the world, the desire to learn and see new things.

As such a keen traveller, you must have a few destinations on your bucket list?

It’s hard to narrow down my desire to travel the whole world into one list.  But here goes:

  • Scotland
  • China
  • Kenya
  • Vietnam
  • Travel through France again and again
  • See more of Italy
  • A road trip along Route 66 in the US
  • Visit more places in Canada
  • Greece and the Greek Isles
  • Istanbu
  • Japa
  • South Kore
  • Chil
  • Cub
  • Vienn
  • Pragu
  • Amsterda
  • See more of New Zealand

And wherever else my heart wants to take me.

We see you’ve ticked Istanbul off the list this year. For readers who want to read more about Julie’s Turkish visit, check out her blog post here.

Photo credit: Julie Beckers, A Not So Young Woman Abroad


Julie, what’s your biggest fear?

I can’t say that I’m really afraid of anything, (except heights haha) but if I have to narrow it down, I’d say that I have a fear of not being able to travel on my own anymore.

We think that’s a fear that many in our Rule Breakers community would share. Life is short. Best pack it all in while you can, right?! Julie, thanks so much for sharing your travel tales and philosophy with us. We can’t wait to see what you get up to next.

For those not already following Julie (what are you waiting for?!) you can find her website here, and her Facebook page for all the latest here.

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