Work for a year or two. Save a few thousand pounds. Quit your desk-job. Pack a rucksack. Travel the world.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
This is the dream we’re preached, by thousands of travel blogs, magazines, social media pages, television dramas, books, films: anything is possible if you just believe. Clichéd, I know, but true.
And let’s be honest, travelling the world is an attractive dream to follow. There are plenty of ways of doing it on a limited budget. Who wouldn’t want to quit the 9-5 for scenes like these?
But what happens when the travelling stops?