Stories from the road

After Hawaii I came home feeling lost. A temporary airline job sent me to Amsterdam, and there, among pilots, my dream from age 7 woke up. This is how I started my way to becoming a pilot.

After Australia I flew to Hawaii. On Kauai I learned to slow down and breathe, and on the other islands I checked off two dreams from the list: driving a red Mustang convertible and riding a Harley-Davidson.

After Tasmania I booked another camper van trip, this time with a friend. The Great Ocean Road, Canberra and Sydney, and a real test for someone with social anxiety.

I bought a one-way ticket to Australia without knowing who I was. One page and four dreams led me to a solo camper van trip in Tasmania, and to one night I’ll never forget.