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Life changing holidays

A trip abroad can provide a welcome opportunity to
reassess your life. Jane Knight talks to people whose
holidays sparked a new future


Louise Counsell, 43, exchanged her
Mercedes, a designer wardrobe and her
high-flying job as a sales and marketing
director for khaki shorts and work in an
African bush camp.

‘Five years ago I went on a 12-night safari to
south Luangwa in Zambia and was [id:27677]
the raw wilderness of Africa, the colours, the
sunsets and the animals. When I came back,
I was driving to work along the M25 and
thought ‘What am I doing here?’ I was
playing cards one night with a friend and
I told her how much I missed Africa. She told
me to go back. I said I would if I won the
game of cards, which I did.
   Within a week I had [id:27678] my job. It
wasn’t that I hated my work, but the Africa
bug had got me. I wrote off to the main
African travel companies and got an
interview for a job as a caterer at a bush
camp in south Luangwa, where I worked for
     two years before taking my guide’s exam and
then managing my own camp.
   In my third year there I got pregnant -
I now have a half-Zambian son called Henry.
Winter here is the rainy season there, so
then I come back with Henry and [id:27679] a
few comforts we don’t have in Africa, such as
television, though I do have electricity in the
village where I live. I’m going back this year
to set up a trendy cafe called the Camel
House in the bush, where we’ll sell
cappuccinos and cocktails to tourists.
   There is a problem with malaria though;
one year, I had it three times and Henry has
had it once.
   I will have to move back to the UK at
some stage to educate Henry but for the
moment [id:27680]. If I hadn’t gone on that
holiday, I would quite likely still be in England
and probably on that same career path.’
‘People say I’m mad but I’m living the life’
City trader Paul Richardson, 39, fell in
love with Spanish culture on a flamenco
dance holiday in Granada. Now he has
ditched his job, is in his final year of a
Spanish degree and is considering a
move to Spain.

‘I took up flamenco when I was working as an
equity sales trader in the City as something
to keep me fit and stop me going out drinking
so much. Then I went on a dance holiday to
Granada - it was a week-long fiesta and
because it was raining we ended up dancing
sevillanas (an easier variation of flamenco)
all the time.
   [id:27681] I came back I knew I wanted to
live in Spain. I started saving, then quit my
job and went to Granada to do a two-month
flamenco course. When that was over
I started a four-year degree in Spanish and
archaeology in London and [id:27682] my
studies by working on the marketing side of
Danceholidays.com, with whom I went to
Spain in the first place. I got to live in
Extremadura where I completed my third
year.
   I will graduate in June, am now fluent in
Spanish and have kept up my flamenco.
I might decide to move to Spain. When
I dance sevillanas out there now, people
come up and shake my hand, but my pure
flamenco isn’t so good. Besides, I have blond
hair and blue eyes so I will never have the
look.
   People have asked if it isn’t [id:27683] to
ditch a great job just for a hobby and
sometimes I do have nightmares, particularly
when money is tight. But at the same time,
I know I am living the life.’

The Observer