I’m Becca, with two c’s. The youngest in a family of home body’s, the odd one out. I’ve got two loving parents, Ma & Pa, and four sometimes loving siblings, Tom, Andy, Katie & Sam. They all love New Zealand, that’s home. Look, so do I, but for now, boy do I love travelling.
I can’t pin point exactly when my desire to travel first took flight (excuse the pun), but I’m guessing I was young. Maybe it started when my independent 8 year old self would beg my Mum to chuck me on a plane by myself and send me away for the school holidays to family across the country. Not sure what I looked forward to more, the plane ride, or the holiday.
Fast forward a few more years and the itch to travel stretched far beyond the boundaries of New Zealand, this girl had dreams. America had my attention for the longest time, the magnitude of the place; the cultures, the food, the people. All in one country? I wanted in. I was convinced American men were the sexiest in the world and I was bloody determined to marry one (still am? Question mark?) but America would not take my international travel virginity.
I went to Australia in my final year of high school with my Mum and Brother, Andy. It was the first time I saved for a trip and I had never known saving to be so easy. I wanted that trip, I wanted that flight; but most importantly, I wanted that experience – and boy, do I want more!
July 2017, and I end my first relationship. So I do what we should all do in tough times – I book a solo trip to South East Asia. Now this, this is where my story really begins.
Bek&Becca 