What I Wish I Knew Before I Quit My Job To Travel

Last year I sacked off my job and moved to Ecuador on my own. I didn't do it out of a need to be healed or to find myself or to do some Julia Roberts shit in a monastery (although eyes peeled for Javier Bardem at all times), but because hey, I wanted to have an adventure outside of the Piccadilly line.

All the clichés about loving it so much you never want to leave, wanting to stay forever in every single place you visit, meeting more drunk 18-year-olds than at an A-level results party, and encountering so many Germans (seriously, is Germany empty?) are true. But I found there to be a few more unexpected surprises that other travellers I chatted with had experienced, too.