We encounter it everywhere, travel memorabilia. It ranges from tacky key-rings, to postcards, figurines, tea towels and even pill boxes. Travelling yields unforgettable, life-long memories for me. A photo can reduce me to tears, a bus ticket can reawaken those old, brilliant memories.
This page is dedicated to all those little things that I’ve accumulated abroad. Although some of them are gathering dust in my cupboard & desk drawers, they will always have personal value to me.
A wall dedicated to everything that I love. I’ve got everything from foreign money/theatre tickets/travel photos/karate pictures stuck on my wall as a reminder to all those little activities we do that bring us joy.
A present from my wonderful host mum in Nepal who I grew to love so much.
“Madam!, hear take this” Sometimes it was note. Other times I received an egg or a avocado from the pupils at Bunabumali. The children had nothing yet they handed me small gifts as a Thank you just for me being there…
I remember vividly a GCSE Geography Lesson and how tourists destroyed the sea environment from breaking away coral. This was handed to me by a tour operator and has remained with me since. It reminds me of the crystal clear seas in Thailand.
|My sister and I met an old British photographer who had migrated to Portugal in search of finding a better life. We had an in depth chat, he took us to a local pottery crafts shop and brought us a hand painted candle holder each.|
Abi and I were strolling through the souks of Marrakesh. We were invited for free tea. Yousef, the shopkeeper we met, gave us a massage and insisted upon presenting us both with a free lip balm pot/tooth-pick brush before we left.
After volunteering at English camp, the kids that we taught all came up to the stage and presented us with goodbye cards/letters and gifts. It was a really emotional moment that I will always remember.