Hungary
A Hungarian Guy Who Dared to Dream – And Set Out to Discover the World
In today’s world, dreaming of traveling the globe might seem almost ordinary. But back in 1994, when I was born into a family of ten in Hungary, it was anything but a given.
My mother’s dream came true—she had always wanted a big family. We weren’t wealthy, but as a child, I never experienced real lack. I must have been around ten years old when I received a world atlas for Christmas from my parents. Back then, there were no smartphones—books were the only gateway to the wide world. As soon as I held that atlas in my hands, the world opened up before me—at least in my imagination. I spent hours staring at maps, memorizing capitals and countries. I was completely captivated by this imaginary journey, and the more I flipped through the pages, the stronger the dream became: one day, when I grow up, I’ll do everything I can to actually travel the world.
Many people have similar dreams, but most never make them come true. Adulthood chains you down: career, family, friends, comfort zone, habits—all tie you to one place. But for me, this decision became a solid, non-negotiable priority.
In high school, unsurprisingly, geography became my favorite subject. Even then, my mind was racing: what kind of career could I choose that would allow me to travel, to freely explore the world? I looked into geography-related professions: geography teacher, geologist, cartographer, geographer—but I quickly realized none of these would actually let me see the world. Being a tour guide crossed my mind, too, but that seemed underpaid.
Eventually, I made up my mind: I would definitely study abroad, get a degree there, and land a well-paying job that would fund my travels. I was torn between Denmark and Austria—both offered free higher education. I chose Denmark in the end. It sounded adventurous, and I started studying tourism in English.
My expectations were high: finish university, find a job, settle down, and travel the world in my free time. While tuition was free, moving abroad and living there came with costs. Coming from a modest family, I couldn’t count on financial support from my parents. But I was determined: after graduation, I would work for two years and save up for university.
Growing up near the Austrian border, it was obvious where I’d go to work. Seasonal hospitality turned out to be the easiest way to find a job: contracts lasted 3–5 months, and food and accommodation were included. Without a degree, it was a solid way to earn and save money.
The seasonal work in Austria opened even more doors: after each season, I joined more organized trips with my siblings and friends. In 2016, after my first and second seasons, travel really took off: more Italian cities, then Istanbul and Prague with my best friend. I loved the privilege of traveling on my own terms, and slowly, Europe began to unfold before me.
After two seasons in Austria, a year before moving to Denmark, I decided it was time to improve my English. I planned to work in England—just like I had in Austria—so I could save money for uni and improve my language skills at the same time. But before heading there, I decided to try volunteering in an English-speaking country for a few weeks. I had no idea how it worked, but I’d heard from others that it was a great way to travel and learn a language.
I started searching online and stumbled upon the Workaway website. What followed? Well, that’s history now.
This travel blog is my way of sharing these extraordinary adventures with you. If you're ready for the stories, stick around—because the world is truly out there, waiting for us.
