Jumping ahead to how this all happened.

Mishaps and contracts.
I snapped. During my time studying at university in the coastal town of Brighton (East Sussex, England), I had enjoyed living surrounded by countless friends in a vibrant and progressive setting. This liberal coastal town is lively and fun at the quietest of times. I lived with some of my closest mates and endless faces were always coming and going to our house with its door always open. Whilst looking for a house to move into for the final quarter of 2011 and onwards to 2012, I decided to leave. There was never actually a decision but a feeling. I could no longer handle the parties, the living room thumping drum and bass at full volume until dawn most nights a week. I had to leave the student lifestyle behind and start afresh. Sadly this meant no longer living with my friends and leaving a town I loved. A change from a lifestyle that had treated me so well. I wanted a nice place to live after a year in a house so impressively characterised by disrepair and sleeping in a dangerously damp basement. I`d scrapped through my degree after finishing my final piece in the Autumn, 'Richer with less, the value of money - can simplicity bring greater meaning and value to a UK trapped in consumer society?'
I was no longer needed on the South coast.
One year passed. I'd moved to Tunbridge Wells (Kent, England) and was working a full-time job bringing me no satisfaction. Everything had become too predictable, too safe, too stable. I was ready for a bigger change, to throw myself into the unfamiliar, to experience living unconventionally.

My first adventure began on foot, carrying a tent,

I wandered relatively long distances hoping to see and achieve something great.

The results were somewhat mixed.