It was Thailand 2 years ago that I promised myself I wouldn’t be a slave to the 9 to 5 and live a fucking dull life, go bald and then get to 45 and have a midlife crisis – which I am pretty sure would consist of buying an expensive car and wearing double denim, looking like a twat, all because I think it looks hip. I promised myself that no matter how right it seemed to do these “normal” things (job, GF, mortgage, wife & kids at 28) that I would go on an adventure and travel, even if it was alone.