People often say, “What the hell is Plan F?” and it’s a good question, of all the stupid names we could have dreamt up why did we choose Plan F? Well the truth is we didn’t really choose it, it sort of evolved, or devolved as the case may be.
Generally, when people plan to spend all of their savings to go travelling they make meticulous plans which define set places and set dates with a strict budget. Following these set plans means that you ‘supposedly’ get the best out of your money and see all the places you want to see and as we have heard many pretentious traveller tell us before “they travel properly and have better experiences”. Al and I say bollocks to that! Don’t get us wrong, planning has its benefits; you never end up roaming the streets looking for accommodation in the middle of the night and there is always a man with your name on a board waiting for you at the airport. The downside to travelling in this way is that when things inevitably go wrong, which they do, frequently, it cocks your whole plan up.
Al and I first travelled together in 2007