At time of writing there are over 14 million Google hits for "travel blog", even with the quotes.
A travel blog creation site? That's a bad sign...
There's also a high chance you already know me, and what I'm hoping to do here. In the interests of clarity, here's a few sentences of introduction. Before I jetted off to the antipodes for 6 months, a couple of people suggested I maintain a blog of my journey through Aus, New Zealand and... wherever else.
Now... at the risk of offending anyone who maintains a thrilling and unique online record of their middle class jaunt around Peru, there's something of a market saturation problem when it comes to trying to become the 14.2 million-and-first of anything.
I'm saying I find travel blogs boring, ok?
Look there seem to be two forms these come in: either the "Check out how much fun I'm having" sort, or the "Here are fifty-seven tips on travelling because I've managed to fly to Sri Lanka without being sold into slavery or killed" variety. I'm sure there's an audience for them or there wouldn't be so many, but I couldn't do something like that without feeling ashamed for being narcissistic. That said, one thing I have written about before (most notably here, on my World Famous PhD Blog) is depression; and I find people seem to appreciate some kind of misery-loves-company flavoured solidarity in the little cartoons and words I put together.
So that's this. Depression, and travel. Will it ruin my experience? How will it affect my time abroad? Will I be cured (spoiler: almost certainly not)? Will the black blob of misery at least shrink, even if I can't escape it completely?
Let's find out shall we?
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