Who are
From an article of mine appeared in the newspaper in 2007:
The last 8 years have been spent traveling.
Before you begin this wandering life I was 27 years old, living in a village in the province of Venice, and worked as an employee of a girl who loved life had just gotten married.
I felt caged.
I had a friend like me who wanted to escape from the routine and one day, sitting at the kitchen table of my house, looked at the map of the world hanging on the wall and point the finger at random.
He stopped on Australia. When I entered the office of the manager of my office and told him that I would leave, he asked me if I wanted a raise.
"No - I answered - I want to travel."
A few weeks later we were in Australia, I decided to stay there long.
We turned the continent into a van used, without a precise goal, hoping that many miles would take us somewhere where life was more 'taste. After three months, the savings came down and we were forced to seek work. Since we have only a tourist visa but no one wanted to take. Then I had the idea to create web pages.
In reality, 'I did not know making websites, but I learned something trying to create my
diary online. I am a weapon of courage and began to beat the streets of Cairns, a city in the north-east of Australia, selling at prices stracciatissimi websites. It was so successful that he spent his days creating web sites on the terrace of the more 'seedy and cheap hostel in Cairns.
Shortly after I first bought the laptop with the money earned, I was arrested and deported for working illegally. Strange to say, but this turns out to be 'opportunity' cause let me, first, to discover Asia, according to that you can 'travel with little money.
The second stage of my adventure was so Bali, beautiful, exotic and very economical. I traveled for three months by spending one euro for 5 to eat and sleep, constantly thinking about possible business to continue to never stop. When I looked in my pocket and saw that they were almost finished the money and the ticket was to expire, I went home. It had been 11 months from the start. After a few weeks at home to compare past life on the road with the boredom of the province of my country, I decided that I absolutely had to try and make money while traveling.
Unfortunately I had no capital, only 5 million pounds in the bank and an old red type.
But I 'also a new idea for an activity' which did not require either home or office, but a simple computer. I was able to book apartments to tourists.
I remembered that during my trips to Prague someone always offered me a room or an apartment at very good prices, and so I went back to the train station in Prague where I was immediately approached by women owners of apartments and within a few hours I had six be proposed on-line. Three days after the site was ready and began to get right the first reservation and the first earnings with commissions!
In the summer I was in Spain to work at the front desk of a hotel 'cause I ran out of money.
The winter went back to Eastern Europe and opened new sites, Budapest and Krakow. Revenue increased steadily. They were always a little money, but I made them last.
After another summer spent working in a hotel I had enough money for a long Asian tour again and took a plane to Bali.
I stayed six months in Asia where I visited Java, Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Laos and China.
In January I went home, and drove it for three months in Eastern Europe.
I was so moved on to a higher stage now enough money and had no more 'need to work for someone. Also now I could travel as much as I wanted: travel 12 months a year were no longer 'a dream but a reality'!
Still not earning less than a worker in Italy, but my money was worth gold.
From Asia I moved to South America where I was here four months-I left my business to a trusted person who I would spend a percentage: I left for the World Tour with a ticket to Euro 1700, included 8 international flights and tickets opened a year.
Now I not only travel 12 months, but it does not even work!
Since the beginning of the diary I wrote (now called blogs, at that time nobody had called them so) that the public of Tripluca.com, a site that gives me 'a certain popularity' niche, so that I Radio Deejay he even followed throughout the trip to Brazil. Every day I visit 500 people, all independent travelers and disorganized (like I was at the beginning) that I expect the straight right places to discover the unknown world.
I also wrote a couple of books that sell online: a Manual of independent travel and "The Long Summer," all my diaries from 2000 to 2005. Another entry, which is added to the pile that keeps me traveling.
By the time I graduate I am. I recently created a network of Italian travelers through www.tripcentre.org and my dream 'to buy me a house to live together, go back to our base where it travels and where to find people who speak the same language, that of travelers . Where? It will be seen.
Meanwhile, Google pays me a pension, thanks to advertising revenue (just a click of the entrance and you're done) site photographs www.tripfoto.com ., of course, all memories of the 40 countries I visited.
In these eight years of travel, with some pointing to the house every now and then, I did what I wanted. I had time, time, nobody gave me orders. Every day I learn something from people, places and the method that you have if you want to survive. I'm not sure the same person eight years ago. I've had bad times, but I accepted them and were rewarded with beautiful ones. I never got homesick. For me, being at the other end of the world is like going on a trip in the mountains. If you know that any time you can jump on a plane and after 24 hours to be in your bed, nostalgia is not. I do not miss the never even pasta or pizza. I adapted well to all the kitchens where a plate cost me a couple of euros and eat local delicacies cooked by experienced chefs with fresh ingredients.
We must give up many material things, the security of a bank account and the board, at least initially. But they do not cost waivers when you understand what's in return.
Internet and 'still full of possibilities', is the right idea. It takes courage, perhaps unconscious, you see. For me, the true unconscious' to those who, for fear of not living life to the fullest.
