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In many ways it feels like I’ve been on the road my whole life. Adapting to new environments, grappling with unfamiliar cultures, enjoying amazing foods. Gazing upon stunning sights and struggling with yet another baffling language! Always meeting new people along the way, some of them now lifelong friends. Others, sadly, no longer around. 

I was born in Hammersmith, London, but grew up in Old Amersham, a pretty market town in Buckinghamshire. I enjoyed an idyllic upbringing really. We lived next door to my primary school directly opposite a large park with tennis courts, a football field, a youth club, woods and a stream. Summers were always long, sunny and carefree. My friends and I running around building camps in the woods and playing Bike Spreaders across Old Amersham’s Barn Meadow.

Barn Meadow Old Amersham Buckinghamshire England

Barn Meadow, Old Amersham – Buckinghamshire, England. An idyllic place to grow up.

My first big trip abroad was on a family holiday to Orlando, Florida. Disney World… Universal Studios… Water Mania and Clearwater Beach. Lazy, lingering breakfasts at Denny’s and Perkins. I loved the sense of adventure that came from being far from home and all the associated sights, sounds and smells. We ended up doing the Florida thing three times, also taking in Tampa Bay and South Carolina’s Hilton Head Island. A gentle starting point for my future explorations of The U.S.

Clearwater Beach Florida USA

Clearwater Beach, Florida. July, 1989.

I left home aged twelve for four years of boarding school in Anglesey, Wales. You know that unpronounceable town that has the longest train station sign in the world? Yup, it was there. I was surrounded by kids from all over the world, some of whom had lived in exotic locations like Singapore and South Africa. Somehow I instinctively knew that with a bit of patience my own time would come.

Llanfairpwllgwyngyll Angelesey Wales

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In my late teens the family unit relocated to Scotland for my dad’s new job. This eventually took me all over the country, with spells in Edinburgh, Haddington, Aberlady, Port Seton, Fort William and out in the sticks of The Scottish Borders. There were plenty of other places I got to see too, most memorably during a road trip through The Scottish Highlands that culminated in a hike across Orkney. Just me, a friend and a couple of backpacks.

The Ring of Brodgar Orkney Scotland.

At The Ring of Brodgar, Orkney. October, 2000.

I was 23 when I left the UK for good. Again it was my father’s work that provided the opportunity and I took it with both hands. Luckily Qatar turned out to be an incredible experience. Based in the capital Doha, I trained to be an English teacher and subsequently landed my first job. Doha also served as the gateway for a weekend trip to Dubai.

Singing Sand Dunes Doha.

The Singing Sand Dunes, Doha. 2001.

When my contract in Qatar finished I spent a summer working my way around Denmark. Having checked in with a friend who lived outside Kalundborg, my wanderings took me to Esbjerg, Copenhagen, Roskilde, Odense and Funen Island. Somewhere along the way, I felt something click inside me and I realised that for better or for worse, I quite enjoyed this travelling lark. 

Hans Christian Andersen's House Odense Denmark

At Hans Christian Andersen’s House. Odense, Denmark, July 2002.

As a qualified TEFL instructor with a year’s experience under my belt, I found myself in the enviable position of being able to handpick my next destination. I wanted something wacky like Qatar, a place I knew little about. A location that most people wouldn’t even think of. In the end Slovakia fit the bill perfectly.

Bratislava itself turned out to be a cold, grey place. But its visual grimness was compensated by bags of charm. Ultimately, it was the people I met and the travelling we did that year that made it such a memorable period. I saw Slovakia itself virtually inside out, while there were also forays around AustriaThe Czech Republic and Poland.

Slovakia map

Slovakia: A country well travelled! (2002-2003).

At the end of my contract I embarked on a brief jaunt around Hungary with a few friends. Together we took in Budapest, Esztergom, Gyor, Veszprém, Lake Balaton and EgerIt seems just like yesterday and yet somehow seventeen years have passed since that wonderful trip.

Veszprem Hungary

Veszprem, Hungary. July 2003.

Having had my fill of Europe for a while, I decided to go travelling around India. This was a truly life-altering couple of months that took in Delhi, Agra and a lengthy tour of Rajasthan before dotting down the southwest coast down to Kerala. I had so many crazy experiences on that trip, from awful hotels, wonderful food and a bad-tempered ear cleaner, to a camel desert safari, a James Bond themed city and an intimate elephant sanctuary. It was my first bout of extended solo travel, even though technically I wasn’t actually alone. I now have this little dream that I’ll go back and travel down the other side of the country in 2024. That’ll be the twenty year anniversary of my original trip. 

Trainer with baby Kodanad Elephant Sanctuary Kerala India 2004

Kodanad Elephant Sanctuary – Kerala, India. April 2004.

In the summer of 2004 I fell head over heels for a charismatic Belgian girl. I was so smitten I turned down the chance to teach in Italy to go and live in Belgium. Stationed in the gorgeous university town of Leuven, our car-crash relationship lasted just a few months and I found myself alone and stranded. ‘‘Come home!’’ cried my despairing mum. But I loved Leuven so much I ended up sticking around for three years.

The Old Market De Oude Markt Leuven June 2006.

Leuven’s beautiful Old Market Square. June, 2006.

With its quaint squares, sleepy parks and old-worlde bars, life was very chilled indeed. And it got even better when my new girlfriend S left The Netherlands to join me! Together we made tracks across Belgium, enjoying sojourns to Ghent, Bruges, Antwerp, Namur, Liege, Mechelen, Diest, Aarschot and The Ardennes. There were also amazing weekend visits to the French cities of Paris and Lille.

View of The Eiffel Tower from Arc De Triomphe Paris.

My one and only visit to Paris, September 2006.

In May 2007 we headed off on what became one of the great holidays of my life. It began with a fantastic week in New York, where I proposed to S on top of The Empire State Building after a romantic dinner at Frankie & Johnnies. From there we went on to Washington DC, Nashville and Memphis. How could I ever forget limousine-cruising through Manhattan, snipers on The White House roof, the spirit of Johnny Cash at Nashville’s Studio B and the Elvis crazies at Graceland? 

Protester The White House Washington DC

He would have got my vote. Washington DC, May 2007.

Back in Belgium, professional pressures forced S and I into leaving Leuven for the big smoke of Brussels, a city we never truly cared for. Over the next year we were mostly preoccupied with plans for our wedding. Nevertheless, we did find time for short breaks in Luxembourg City and Venice, while my eventful stag weekend played out just across the German border in the city of Cologne.

The Grand Canal from Rialto Bridge Venice

The Grand Canal, Venice. January 2008.

Our big day took place in September 2008 in the Belgian town of Rixensart, a picturesque little place built around a wide lake. For our honeymoon it was off to Morocco, hitting Casablanca, Marrakech, the coastal town of Essaouria and some hiking in The Atlas Mountains.

Portuguese Fort Essaouira Morocco

The picture book town of Essaouira, Morocco. October, 2008.

S and I eventually became completely disillusioned with life in Belgium. The economic crisis had hit her job hard and, after much deliberation, we boldly decided to pack up and leave. To enjoy one last big adventure before settling down.

And so unfolded a memorable year in China! Ten months teaching in Beijing, bookended by extensive stretches out on the open road. The living and working part was extremely challenging, with cultural and linguistic barriers like I’d never experienced before. Add to that the pollution and unmanageable crowds and Beijing was admittedly a tough gig. The travelling though was magnificent! Simply wondrous adventures featuring vibrant cities, ancient stone-walled villages, sacred mist-shrouded mountains, golden beaches, lush green rice fields and a certain great wall.

Old man Zhujiayu Village Shandong Province China

The remote village of Zhujiayu in China’s Shandong Province. July, 2009.

When we arrived in The Netherlands in the summer of 2010 both S and I were jobless. Furthermore, we had nowhere to live and only modest, dwindling savings. To begin with we stayed with her parents in the southern town of Goirle, just outside the city of Tilburg. Luckily, within a few months, we both landed jobs in Amsterdam, which we quickly made our home.

It was in the Dutch capital that I scooped a dream job writing and voice presenting movie news. As an added bonus, I got sent off around the world to interview Hollywood starsI thought I’d be in The Netherlands for the rest of my life. But after eight years together S and I decided to separate, a situation that left me heartbroken. In the aftermath of the split I realised that staying in Amsterdam wasn’t an option. What the hell was I gonna do? Somewhat fortuitously, the answer came in the form of an attractive job offer.

Queen's Day Amsterdam The Netherlands

Queen’s Day Amsterdam, April 2011.

When I returned to Beijing at the end of 2013 I was under no illusions as to what lay in store. I certainly didn’t go back for the pollution, the teeming multitudes or the infernal spitting. I was doing it for a new professional challenge and to put together some sizeable savings. At the same time I was excited about rediscovering the exquisite food and seeing more of China. While the job definitely had its frustrations, things turned out well enough and I was able to both travel and save. My most memorable trip during this period was a summer journeying around China’s Northeast. I also managed a two week cross-country visit to South Korea.

Yongmunsa Temple Yangpyeong South Korea

At Yongmunsa Temple in South Korea’s Yangpyeong County. February, 2015.

But then, in April 2015, after sixteen months in Beijing, I felt it was time to move on again. Treating myself to an extended break, I embarked on a two month trip around Thailand with a couple of weeks across Singapore and Malaysia sandwiched between my visas. It was a brilliant period for me, one that marked my longest time out on the open road. During this period I also developed my first blog Leighton Literature, featuring the embryonic versions of the short stories and travel reports you see today on Leighton Travels

Stunning sunset Relax Bay Ko Lanta Thailand

An unforgettable evening at Ko Lanta’s Relax Bay, Thailand. May 2015.

However, what followed was probably the most topsy-turvy period of my life. After a month teaching summer school English in Castro Urdialez, a small coastal town in Northern Spain, I set off on a two-week trip that included stops in San Sebastián, Pamplona, Zaragoza and Barcelona. Then it was off to London for a bit to hang out with my old friend Chris and figure out my next move. It was the first time I’d fully reconnected with my home city in years and I made good use of my time. Exploring, writing, job-searching and making music in Chris’ Tooting Bec apartment. Good times. 

The lake at Tooting Bec Common London.

Tooting Bec Common, London. May 2019.

After much deliberation I finally jetted off to Cambodia, stationing myself in the colourful city of Siem Reap. But the teaching job there was dreadful, and while I loved my students, it took just a couple of months for me to realise that I had no desire to hang around. Thus I was on the move again, this time picking off Cambodia’s wonders one by one with stays in BattambangPhnom PenhSihanoukville, Koh Rhong, Kampot and Kep. It was also here that I met Wonderboy, fellow Englishman, travel enthusiast and all round partner in crime.

Sailing to Nature Beach. Koh Rhong, Cambodia. December, 2015.

Sailing to Nature Beach – Koh Rong, Cambodia. December, 2015.

When I reunited with my family for Christmas 2015, it hit me hard that I was in desperate need of some stability. Hence, after a three-month stint in the north of Scotland, getting reacquainted with my sister and niece Alice, I headed off to southern Spain for yet another teaching job. In many ways Malaga looked like the perfect place to live! The weather was great, I had daily access to the beach, the cost of living made me smile and there was a whole new world of untapped travel opportunities to sink my teeth into. I told myself that maybe this was it, that after so many years of bouncing around I’d found somewhere to truly call my own.

Malaga City from Gibralfaro Castle Spain

The gorgeous city of Malaga from atop Gibralfaro Castle, Spain. April, 2016.

I could have made it work if I’d really wanted to. But after a year I began suspecting that this restless soul of mine can never be tamed. I felt dissatisfied at earning 800 Euros a month and longed for more adventure. Having explored a huge chunk of southern Spain, I was in desperate need of financial replenishment and felt the seductive whispers of China calling me back once again. That love-hate relationship that just wouldn’t go away.

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And so, in recognition of my hopelessly nomadic lifestyle, I finally took the plunge and simplified my existence as much as I could. I sold my records, books and DVDs. Bid farewell to my lifelong collection of Lonely Planet guides and Q magazines. I threw out bag after bag of crap I’d been hoarding for far too long and got rid of virtually all my furniture. I scaled down on clothes and succumbed to the modernist ways of storing as much stuff as I could electronically. In the end, all I was left with were a dozen boxes. All of which got channeled off back to Scotland with my family for safekeeping.

Lifelong collection of Q Magazines

The end of the road for my Q Magazine Collection. April, 2017.

When I arrived in the Chinese city of Rui’an in April 2017 I was travelling as lightly as I ever had. My entire life consisting of a small suitcase, a backpack and my computer bag. This time I refused to put any pressure on myself about how long I’d stay for. I just decided to relax and see how things panned out. In fact, I ended up staying in Ruian for two years. This time I was really organised and just about every pocket of free time I had went towards uncovering more corners of undiscovered China. I went all around Zhejiang Province and Fujian Province, spent a week in Macau and enjoyed unrushed visits to the great cities of Hangzhou, Nanjing, Shenzhen and Suzhou.

Monte Fort Macau.

Monte Fort Macau. February, 2017.

In between my two one year teaching contracts in Ruian, I disappeared off to lovely Vietnam for a month with nothing but a backpack. I also spent an absolutely magnificent couple of weeks in and around Tokyo, where I came face to face with dancing robots, duelling sumo wrestlers, interplanetary maids, vibrant Ghibli characters, beautiful rare owls and food-serving vampires. When I finally left China altogether, I embarked on my second visit to South Korea to stay with Wonderboy in the city of Daegu. Then it was on to Jeonju where my brother was working.

Live Sumo Performance and duel Asakusa Tokyo

Live Sumo in Tokyo. February, 2019.

And then it was finally time to return to the UK, where I spent a blissful eight months catching up with friends and family. Amazingly, this was my first ever period of travel across England and Scotland. After so long away it felt wonderful to reconnect, from the food, football and TV, to the shitty weather and being able to overhear and understand people’s silly conversations on the street. Along the way there were unforgettable trips, with my visits to Cambridge, Colchester, Liverpool, The Lake District, Oban and Loch Ness proving particularly memorable.

Beatles Statues Pier Head Liverpool.

With The Beatles Statues at Pier Head, Liverpool. May, 2019.

Sometimes the best travel experiences are the ones you didn’t even see coming. Take Serbia, for example. I never thought I would go and see Belgrade, it simply wasn’t on my radar. But then I met someone, a really special someone. Together we decided that I should go and visit. You know, see if this special thing between us had long term potential. As fate would have it, my trip to Belgrade in August 2019 turned out to be a life-changing one. Exploring this fascinating city from top to bottom, we got to know each other and came to the exciting decision to spend the rest of our lives together.

Kalemegdan Fortress Belgrade.

Kalemegdan Fortress, Belgrade. August 2019.

So here we are in 2020, the year I finally became a full time digital nomad. For perhaps the first time in my life I feel completely at peace with myself and my unusual lifestyle. I’ve stopped telling myself that I need to settle down. I’m just gonna go with the flow, see where this latest journey takes my girlfriend and I. Currently, I write from Siem Reap, Cambodia, but who knows where the rest of the year will take us. Hopefully, the path leads to more undiscovered chunks of Asia and beyond. That’s the plan anyway.

Cambo Beach Club Siem Reap Cambodia.

Cambo Beach Club – Siem Reap, Cambodia.

It’s an exciting lifestyle for sure, but one riddled with challenges and dangers. The infinite considerations of how best to grow my blog. Keeping everything financially stable. The uncertainty of this fucking coronavirus. But I think it’s all worth it. In fact, in moments of difficulty I often recall a quote from the exceptional Little Miss Sunshine. Steve Carell and Paul Dano are standing at the end of the pier having escaped that awful beauty pageant. Dano’s character Dwayne, even as an inexperienced, socially awkward teen, recognises that life doesn’t have to be about following the herd. That if you want something enough you can break free and follow your own vision. “If I wanna fly I’ll find a way to fly” he says, gazing out to sea. “You do what you love and fuck the rest”.

Leighton – March 2020.

This article serves as a compact overview of my global wanderings. For more details on the places I’ve seen and the things I’ve done, check out my colossal library of Travel Reports.

For more juicy details of my eventful life as a world wanderer, you can also read a whole bunch of candid tales with My Short Stories.

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9 Comments

  • teamleisure

    What a story ?

    October 30, 2014 - 7:41 pm Reply
  • Bertine

    Reading this blog intensively while commuting has so far kept me from doing my morning-make-up-routine-on-the-train about 7 times now.
    Realizing this makes me rather sad, thinking I should quit my job and just start to travel too 🙂
    (For the sake of other people, I won’t quit doing make-up tho, no matter what ;))

    February 5, 2015 - 8:38 am Reply
    • leightonliterature

      Makeup, travel, reading, whatever makes you happy, keep doing it! And thanks for your continued support of LL. Every time someone makes the effort to comment, I’m always humbled.

      February 5, 2015 - 9:06 am Reply
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  • bumblebee72015

    That’s a cool way of living…Like what they say, “You can either travel or read, but either your body or soul must be on the way”.

    February 5, 2015 - 11:28 am Reply
  • Anonymous

    Amazing story Leighton and so filled with adventures…Thank you so much for letting us open a window into your life ,with such fabulous views!!

    April 16, 2016 - 12:07 pm Reply
  • Anonymous

    A great read. Very relatable and nostalgic. You seem to have landed at last.

    March 2, 2020 - 7:17 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Hey ‘someone’. Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment 🙂

      March 2, 2020 - 7:24 pm Reply

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