How I started travelling

This may sound a little crazy but the first time I travelled alone I only booked only 10 days before I took off.

Okay, for more info, I had always been trying to find myself in some kind of education that would get me travelling.
The first thing I thought of was of course becoming a pilot.I started the Private Pilot License in hopes of travelling the world. Nearing the end of it and after the exams I wasn't so sure about everything and I felt confused.

Being on a cold island in the Atlantic where everything is dark almost all the time can make things harder too and I just wanted to clear my head.
I had heard of this travel agency called Kilroy and they had built a package for Indonesia that sounded wonderful. Without thinking I sold my car and booked the trip!
This decision changed my life forever.

10 days later I was on my way to Bali. It was a long journey to get there and I didn't know how to feel. My first night staying in a hostel in Kuta was weird, and a little frightening to be honest.
I didn't really talk to anybody there, which of course is a mistake in a hostel but not that common in Iceland at all. Talk to strangers? No way, at most we nod politely if we recognise each other.
When I think back on it now I must have been so sleep deprived from the many flights. 

Next day I decided to go to the beach, being near the ocean has always made me feel better.
Here's my first tip: Downtown Kuta is not the best beach to relax!
Sweating and walking in the hot sun I couldn't make it a few steps without being asked if I wanted to buy a drink, ice cream, rent a beach chair or any other thing.
I was so exhausted when I heard another voice call out to me.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

Me, thinking it's just another person trying to sell me something answered with a "No thank you, I'm good!"

"No, no, are you alright? You seem tired, want to sit with us?"

I finally turned my head to see two people sitting under a beach tent holding ice cold beers. This didn't seem like sales people. I walked up to them and the man smiled and offered me a seat.
He introduced himself as a surf instructor and the woman sitting next to him had just finished a surfing lesson with him. "Have you ever wanted to surf?"
I knew somewhere near the end of the trip planned by Kilroy I would surf but how cool would it be if I knew a little before?
So I took him up on the offer and spent the next hour trying and barely succeeding to stand up on the gentle waves of the coast.

After the hour was up he asked if I was hungry and I for sure was.
He, being local, said he knew of a great place not to far away so I followed him, thinking we would walk there.
No, he led me to his scooter and I don't know what came over me but I got on, he drove us to a beautiful seaside restaurant and we sat and ate together!
It was a fun and friendly lunch and there was just something about his attitude that relaxed me and made me trust in that there was nothing to be afraid of.

After he drove me to the beach again and thanked me for the company. I don't think he asked for my number or anything, in fact, I can't even recall his name writing this almost 6 years later. But he made me feel much safer and trusting to just talk to people.

That night I slept way better and felt ready for all the adventures I was about to have.