Who are
From my article appeared in the newspaper in 2007:
The last 8 years were spent traveling.
Before you begin this wandering life I had 27 years, I lived in a village in the province of Venice, I worked as an employee and the girl who loved her from a life he had just 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, looking at the map of the world hanging on the wall and pointing the finger at random.
He stopped about 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 an increase.
"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 over a van used, with no precise destination, hoping that the miles would bring us ground somewhere where life was more 'taste. After three months, the savings came down and we saw forced to seek work. Since we have only a tourist visa but nobody wanted to take. Then I got the idea of creating Internet pages.
In reality 'I could not do websites, but I learned something by trying to create my
travelogue 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 making websites on the terrace of more 'sleazy and cheapest hostel in Cairns.
Shortly after I bought the first laptop with the money earned, was arrested and deported for working illegally. Strange to say, but this proves to be 'opportunity' because 'let me, first, to discover Asia, according to what you can' travel with little money.
The second stage of my adventure was so Bali, beautiful, exotic and very cheap. I traveled for 3 months costs 1 euro for food and 5 to sleep, constantly thinking about possible business to continue, to never stop. When I looked into his pocket and saw that they were almost finished the money and the ticket was running out, I went home. It had been 11 months from the start. After a few weeks at home went to compare life on the road with the boredom of the province of my country, I decided that I absolutely had to try to earn traveling.
Unfortunately I had no capital, only 5 million pounds in the bank and an old type Rossa.
But I 'also a new idea for an activity' which did not require either home or office, but a simple computer. I could book apartments to tourists.
I remembered that during my travels to Prague always someone offered me a room or an apartment at a very good and so I went back to the train station in Prague where I was immediately approached by women owning homes, and within a few hours I had six be proposed on-line. Three days after the site was ready and immediately began to arrive early booking and early gains with the commission!
In the summer I was in Spain to work on the reception of a hotel because 'I had run out of money.
Winter returned to Eastern Europe and opened new sites, Budapest and Krakow. Revenue increased steadily. They were always short of money, but I made them last.
After another summer spent working at a hotel I had enough money for a long trip to Asia and took a plane to Bali again.
I stayed six months in Asia where I visited Java, Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Laos and China.
In January I returned home, and I left immediately for three months in Eastern Europe.
I was so moved on to a higher stage now enough money and no longer 'need to work for someone. Also now I could travel as I wanted: 12 months of travel per year were no longer 'a dream but a reality'!
Still earn a little less than a worker in Italy, but my money was worth gold.
From Asia I moved to South America where I stayed four months "Here I left my business to a trusted person that I would spend a percentage, I left for the World Tour with a note from 1700 Euro, 8 international flights included in the ticket price and Open year.
Now I could not only travel 12 months, but not even work!
From the beginning I wrote the diaries (now called blogs, at that time still no one had called them so) that the public either Tripluca.com, a site that gives me 'quite popular' niche, so that I Radio Deejay had even followed during the whole trip in Brazil. Every day I visit 500 people, all independent travelers and disorganized (as I was at the beginning) that I expect the straight right to find unknown places in the world.
I also wrote a couple of books that sell online: a Manual of independent travel and "The Long Summer", all my journals from 2000 to 2005. Another entry, which is added to the pile that keeps me traveling.
By the time I'm trainee. I recently created a network of Italian travelers through www.tripcentre.org and my dream 'of buying a house to live together, our base to return from trips and where to find people who speak the same language, that of travelers . Where? We'll see.
Meanwhile, Google pays me a pension, thanks to advertising revenues (just one click of the entrance and you're done) Site photographs www.tripfoto.com. Of course all flavors of the 40 countries of the world that I visited.
During these eight years of travel, with some points at home occasionally, I did what I wanted. I had time, time, no one gave orders. Every day I learned something from the people, places and which method you must have if you want to survive. I am not sure the same person more than eight years ago. I've had bad times, but have accepted them and were rewarded by those beautiful. I never got homesick. For me, being the other end of the world is like going on a trip in the mountains. If you know that at any moment you can jump on a plane and after 24 hours to be in your bed, nostalgia is not. I do not miss ever 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 expert chefs with fresh ingredients.
Must give up many material things, the safety of a bank account and the pension, 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 it. For me the real unconsciousness' of those who, for fear, not fully live their lives.
