Emma – Wandering The World Barefoot
Why do you love travel?
I love to travel because it is what I have always done and it is in my blood. My parents are avid travellers and took my sister and I to Africa when I was just five-years-old. I travel when I’m finding life hard, but also when things are really good. When I’m not travelling I feel like something is missing from my life. As I get older, I feel my love of experiencing new places and returning to much-loved ones is evolving, yet never lessening. It is the best way to try and gain some sort of understanding of the world, but the more I travel I realise the more there is to see. That’s why those of us who travel find it so hard to stop.
What destination is top of your bucket list?
Where is your most favourite place you have travelled to?
I am incredibly lucky to have travelled to many incredible places, but I loved Valparaiso in Chile the most. Before I went someone told me it is a Bohemian s***hole and I can’t think of a better description myself. It is bright, colourful, dirty, fun, historic, dangerous and real – all reasons to love a place.
What is your most favourite memory or experience whilst travelling?
A few years ago I spent three months travelling through Argentina and Chile. I met a photographer who had come back to El Chalten just to get the perfect shot of the sun hitting Mount Fitzroy and turning it pink in the first light. The conditions have to be perfect for this to happen and I asked if I could tag along with him the next morning, which would be his last attempt. After getting up at 5am and standing in the right spot for around an hour, we decided to call it a day. Just as we set off towards the hostel the sun suddenly hit the mountains and provided the exact effect we were looking for.
What is your favourite photo from your travels?
I love this picture of my mum and I on a sand dune in Namibia. It really encapsulates what those early trips to Africa were about. It also forms part of a fun narrative that has been incorporated into my family’s history. A group of us were in Sossusvlei and climbed one of the smaller sand dunes. I spotted the biggest and set off to climb it. As I was so small, it was easier for me to keep going as I didn’t sink into the sand like the adults. Once my parents realised I wasn’t coming back until I’d conquered it, they had to set off after me.