I’m that person who can’t stay in my home country for more than five minutes without feeling like I’m malfunctioning. The moment I land back home, my brain instantly goes, “Right, when’s the next flight? Because this… this isn’t it.” My suitcase basically lives packed. Honestly, it should start paying rent.
I’m the type who opens Skyscanner for “a quick look” and somehow ends up at the airport at 4 a.m., half awake, holding a boarding pass I don’t remember booking. If there’s a cheap flight, I don’t see it as a deal — I see it as a duty. A responsibility. A spiritual calling from the universe saying: “Eddy… get out.”
I’ve only been to Thailand once, but I speak about it with the confidence of someone who was born there, raised there, and once ran for mayor. Malta? Vegas? Random places I book while sleep-deprived? They’ve all seen me more than my neighbours have.
Put me on a beach with a drink, watching people and planes, and I enter my peaceful era. That’s my therapy. That’s my happy place. That’s where I start thinking deep thoughts like, “Maybe I should move here,” even though I’ve been there for 14 minutes.
My goal is simple:
Visit every country on Earth.
Every. Single. One.
If a pilot ever asked, “Where are you flying today?” I’d genuinely respond, “Surprise me.”
My travel style?
Chaotic.
Fast.
Confusing — even to me.
I run through airports like I’ve been hired for my own action movie. I board planes out of breath, sweating, convinced the gate was definitely NOT where the sign said it was. My passport has suffered more than I have.
But somehow… it always works.
Every trip becomes a story.
Every destination becomes a favourite.
And every journey becomes another reason I love exploring this planet.
So yes, I’m travelling the world — dramatically, spontaneously, and probably with the wrong boarding pass in my hand.
But that’s the fun of it.
That’s the adventure.
That’s… ExploreWithEddy
Explore With Eddy