There aren’t too many down sides to a life of slow, nomadic travel, or cool footing, as I like to call it: it’s cheaper, more enjoyable and more rewarding than being a hotfooting tourist, but then there’s leaving.

I’m always leaving, or is it arriving?

Inevitably there comes a time when it’s time to go. Maybe your visa has run out, or a work contract is finished, or it’s just time to move on before that comfort zone develops into a rut.