Father as a Travel Companion

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I have always considered myself as a traveler. When I was about six years old I started traveling with my father across the world bit by bit. Sometimes it felt like a mission for him to go to the most extraordinary places at the time and when I was around eight years old we made a silent agreement to go somewhere new at least twice a year. On our way home from a two week holiday we were already deciding our next destination.The more we traveled the more we wanted.

As my dad being blind it was me who did most of the planning and practicalities during our trips. I had to learn how to read a map and keep my ears and eyes open for the right hotels, buses, boats, flights and most importantly, people. Even today if I’m reading a map I turn it upside down like…

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