This blog is about us. We are two jolly characters, who radically changed their lives in February 2012 to become perpetual travelers – hence the overly original site name.
Tomek (with slightly more facial hair) and Dasza (the other travel freak).
Tomek is 1) my hubby, 2) more to me than anything else in the world, 3) providing financial means for perpetual travel.
Which is where I come in. Apart from sunbathing, dress shopping and tea drinking, I will keep you updated on what our dream of an endless trip is really like.
This is one big experiment, dear reader, and although I will be writing this blog, frankly, I have no idea what I am doing.
To keep you entertained and informed, bringing fancy, fascinating, funny stories from our travels, additionally to beautiful, bizarre, brilliant pictures of visited countries to your screen. I might be aiming for the stars here but I take great pleasure from walking on air!
Read and enjoy. Ooh and aah over pictures. Travel along and relax.
Now you can seriously skip the rest and move on to travel reports of greater benefit (no guarantees) than the following.
This is the looooooong and sickly sweet story tale version of how we met:
The girl’s name was Dasza and the boy’s name was Tomek. They lived only one street apart (definitely by chance – not faith) and occasionally (may have) met at the same playground as toddlers, trying to get hold of each others possessions, oblivient to the opposite gender.
Times were tough. Toys were scarce. Food supplies were tight, shops a ghostly sight. It was the decade of worst winters and cold. Water stood frozen in washrooms, people wore scarfs and long woolen sweaters at home, coal burning chimneys puked black smoke into the sky.
The communist kingdom was harsh to its people, keeping everyone on a tight leash. No one was allowed to use words freely or travel without permission. People thought of better times, parents worried about the future of their children. Dasza’s dad lost his work for the possession of forbidden books. Power shortages dictated daily chores. Mum was learning by candle light to become a dedicated paediatrician.
One grey day a sunny change arrived. An invitation for Dasza’s mum from a land so close yet so far away, a country of freedom and wealth, locked behind two borders. Wealthy but in need of doctors. The parents stuffed up little Dasza’s overall with jewellery and precious greenbacks, left for the promised land of West Germany and were unable to return for a long time.
Many years later, the sorrow of the divided family was too great a burden. A journey to the home city of Szczecin was to be undertaken. Dasza had grown to be a fine maid and finally met her two gorgeous sister cousins of close age. The girls engaged in adventures celebrating their youth, one amusement following the other, until one day, in the midst of high school age innocence, Dasza met charming Tomek, who showed off intellectual genius along with desirable manly qualities.
On his eighteenth birthday Tomek invited everyone to celebrate by the romantic Baltic Sea. By the time the sun had set upon the soft sandy shores, Dasza and Tomek only had eyes for each other. They created their own world of affection to live happily ever after.
Ah, what an awful story. Told you to skip this.
Here is a more down to earth version:
In 1997, I got wasted, slept with a dude and we are still together. (Ladies, there is hope.)
Independent travel was a way to escape the watchful eyes of our parents.
In the beginning, traveling meant to undertake spontaneous trips, like hitch hiking to Denmark in the morning after a late night party. Ditching class to meet in Berlin, running out of money, begging for food and sleeping at the train station. Going to Sri Lanka and Thailand for months with hardly any cash, no credit cards, nor mobile phones.
But vacations follow rigid time frames, much the same as life’s commitments…
Dasza completed her degree in Manchester/England to work as a speech & language therapist in 2002. Having completed his economy and management studies in Szczecin and Amsterdam, Tomek graduated the same year, then worked as a self-taught Linux expert.
Eventually, Tomek turned his hobby into a profession and proposed to transform life into an everlasting vacation! I simply said ‘yes’ and all is bliss.
Right. The truth is, freelancing is taking up most of Tomek’s day – everyday. Blogging is a pro-bono job and for someone with no editorial qualities and a bilingual childhood, making English my third foreign language, a major challenge.
Having said that, I do love what I am creating on this blog and I truly hope you get something out of my rambles on me weblog.
Please let me know. Smiles, comments, likes and (a lot of positive) feedback is much appreciated! ❤
Hm, how should I end this post? Maybe:
If you managed to read to the end, congratulate yourself!