The Mystery of Yvonne Ellis: A Wayfarer's Journey 🌌✈️

Some people are said to have been born with salt in their veins and the siren song of far-off shores whispering in their ears. What about me? Mine was less a whisper, and more a scream.

Once upon a time, I was just another nameless face in a cubicle, buried in Excel, and living the beige monotony of corporate life. But the universe has a way of waking you up. It chose to send me a layoff notice under my door like a bad breakup letter. 💔

I sold everything. Everything. I had a suitcase, a credit card that was maxed out (shhh 🫢), and a one way ticket to Bali. Birth of a fraud? No. Rebirth of a woman who refused to let failure define who she could be.

The early days? A haze of hostel bunkbeds, stolen WiFi, and a lot of instant noodles; and documenting it all; the glitz, the grit, and the lies. My camera became my alibi. The world didn’t need more "perfect" traveler influencers, they needed real, raw, and honest—even when it's ugly.

(And baby, I was arguably the ugly sometimes. 😈)

Zip through monsoon-season meltdowns, a questionable deal with a vodka company that made it, and one very illegal border crossing (oops), and here we are: 100 countries, 2.3M followers, and a business built on chaos.

But this isn’t a fairy tale. This is a heist. Every breathtaking sunrise I chase, every stamp in my passport—I’m stealing back a little more the life they told me I could never have.

So babe, if you want curated itineraries and basic trip planning hacks? Not your girl. I am the smoke you can see peel away from your peripheral vision, the laugh you hear in the corner from the darkness. Follow me—if you dare.

(And yes, I definitely stole the minibar chocolates. 🍫)