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I have a grand total of 31 stamps in my passport now. It’s almost expired and I’ll need a new one in a year or two but I’ll definitely be keeping it in my little memory box. For me, a passport used to be just a boring old travel document but now it has become a visual diary of the trips I’ve taken. I love it a lot because it reminds me of how lucky I am that I get to travel so much. Here are a few of my faves…
This stamp from Turkey represents my first trip away from home without family. I went with two of my friends at the age of 16 and thinking about that now I am amazed our parents didn’t have a meltdown. Luckily we were very sensible 16 year olds and didn’t go too crazy- it was honestly one of the best holidays I’ve ever had.
This is the stamp I got in my passport after arriving in Canada on a working visa. The line through the top hand-written number is because they printed my first visa without the ‘right to work with children’ thing on it and just told me I wasn’t allowed to be a prostitute. The stamp itself is tiny and I thought I was gona get arrested when leaving because they couldn’t find it in my passport.
My stamp/visa from Cambodia always reminds me of watching the sunrise at Angkor Watt. We got up at 4am to go there and at the entrance we were given a novelty visa as a souvenir. It looked similar to the one in my passport except in the corner it had a picture of me half asleep with frizzy hair.
This stamp/visa from Ghana makes me laugh. I always say that it was one of the worst but also one of the best trips I ever took (read more about my time in Ghana here). Whilst there I met so many inspiring people and got to work with lots of sweet kids at the schools and orphanages. However, I also shared a room with mice, cockroaches and mosquitoes, and had no electricity or lights for about 70% of the time. But after salsa dancing, eating lots of Ghanaian food (yum), going to reggae parties and getting to know the locals, I learned to love their culture and ended up not wanting to go home when the time came.