I am fast approaching my two year anniversary with London, which, for most Australians marks the end of their time here, due to visa restrictions. Luckily citizenship by descent has meant I am able to plod along these London streets for as long as I please. I am also fast approaching my first twenty countries visited.

Now, most travellers I’ve come across have the goal of “30 by 30”, but considering my first steps not on Australian soil occurred when I was 21, I’m feeling pretty happy with my travels so far.

My most recent solo adventuring occurred in Portugal – a place I’ve wanted to visit for so long, but had began to believe it just might not happen.

But it did.

I had the time off work and just booked it. This was another solo trip, I’m getting quite used to those, and honestly one of my favourites. The rich culture, friendly people and pastels de nata made for a fast and hard fall into love for me.

Travelling solo undoubtedly has its positives and negatives. Being able to live by your own schedule and do what you want is starkly contrasted by not being able to share what you experience with anyone in that moment… that and consistently having to bypass the awkwardness you feel and ask strangers to take your picture…

I found myself constantly looking down, the beautiful cobbled footpaths were a thing of beauty, and taking in the sheer beauty of this incredible place. From busy metropolises to fairytale palaces to deserted beaches… Portugal had me in a unending state of awe, pinching myself as it never ceased amazing me.