- Travels Over Kids

About me

Introduction

Hey, I’m Kinga. I’m 30, Polish and currently living wherever the WiFi is strong and the cocktails are cheap.

I’m proudly childfree – not because I “haven’t met the right person yet,” but because I’m genuinely happier swapping time zones instead of diapers, choosing airport gates instead of playground benches, and spending my money on flights rather than tiny shoes that children grow out of in three weeks.

Travel Hacker

I studied tourism in Poland and worked at a travel agency. That’s where I learned all the dirty secrets they don’t tell you such as

Psychological airfare manipulation
Commission traps disguised as “special offers”
And exactly how the travel industry overcharges you simply because you don’t know better

I’d sit there behind the desk, smiling professionally, while internally feeling… conflicted.
I went into tourism because I wanted to help people plan their dream vacations. But instead, I found myself trying to convince people to book hotels we got higher commissions on.
And half the time I was thinking:

“I could get you this same trip for so much less if I wasn’t required to pretend this package is a good deal.”

It was frustrating knowing I could find cheaper, smarter options… but wasn’t allowed to.

Leaving Poland, Keeping the Hacks

And that’s when the seed of rebellion was planted.

So I left the travel agency.
And then I left Poland.

But I took the good stuff with me:

tourism degree
insider industry knowledge
ability to find flights so cheap that airlines would block my IP address if they could figure out how.

I was basically a walking travel cheat code in human form. 😎

How to Travel When You Have 3 Coins and a Dream

After the travel agency experience, I made myself a promise:

“One day, I’ll open my own travel agency — and I’ll actually help people travel well, not just sell them whatever has the highest commission.”

I moved to England and enrolled in Business Management at university.

It was… humbling.
I worked part-time, studied full-time and survived mostly on pasta and determination.
Money was tight-tight.
Like, “checking my bank app with one eye closed” tight.

But even when I was broke, I still refused to give up travel.
I just became very, very good at doing it cheaply.

We’re talking:

Flights at sunrise because they were £11 cheaper
Hostels with questionable bunk bed stability
Walking everywhere because buses = money
Traveling with a backpack so small it was basically a purse with ambitions

Bali broke my brain (in a good way)

I was in university, broke, stressed, and mid-fight with my boyfriend.

I remember sitting on the edge of my bed, laptop open, heart racing, frustration buzzing under my skin…I needed space.

Then I saw a £298 return ticket to Bali and took it as a sign from the universe… (or Skyscanner)

So I booked it. No overthinking. No asking anyone. Just click.

Suddenly, it was happening – my first solo trip– no boyfriend, no friends, just me, my backpack, and a confidence level that could generously be described as “fake it till you make it.”

I was terrified. Actually, terrified doesn’t cover it. I was panicking. What if something went wrong? What if I hated being alone? What if this was the dumbest financial decision of my life?

But I went anyway.

And it changed absolutely everything.

Proof That Running Away Does Solve Some Problems

There I was, barefoot in Canggu at 3pm on a Tuesday, watching digital nomads work from beach cafés in swimwear. No boss. No commute. No “let’s circle back Monday.” Just laptops, ocean views, and freedom I didn’t know was possible.

Meanwhile, my phone kept buzzing with life updates from back home. Another engagement. Another baby announcement. Another “we bought our first house!” post with a perfectly staged front door photo.

My friends were settling down- mortgages, nurseries, minivans with good safety ratings. Weekend plans at Ikea. I was sitting on a beach in Bali realizing: I don’t want any of that.

Something inside me clicked:

“This. This right here. This is your life. You just haven’t built it yet.”

I didn’t know how or when, but I knew three things for certain:

1. I don’t want kids. Not now, not ever.

2. I don’t want a life I need to escape from. I want every day to feel like mine.

3. I want freedom. Time freedom. Location freedom. Soul freedom.

So I made a deal with myself: one day I’ll run my own travel agency. But my office will be a beach chair, not a cubicle. And my dress code will be bikinis, not business casual.

THE CORPORATE CAGE

I came back to England, finished university, and quickly discovered that opening my own travel agency required more money than I had in my bank account. And by “more,” I mean… significantly more. So I did what everyone does when dreams are expensive: I got a full-time corporate job.

But the paycheck meant one thing – I could travel even more.

My colleagues had theories:

Rich parents? (Nope)
Sugar daddy? (Also no)
Secret trust fund? (I wish, LMAO)
Some kind of illegal side hustle? (creative, but also no)

I started posting my trips with actual costs, and my DMs were like: “How?!”

Explaining it in a DM was impossible – travel hacking isn’t a two-sentence answer … so I did the next best thing: I started taking people with me.

Friends. Coworkers. Once even a Tinder match 😂

And I loved it – the planning, the searching, the thrill of finding flights so cheap they felt illegal. I loved showing people that travel didn’t need to be a luxury. It could be simple. Spontaneous. Affordable.

I Discovered Raving (And My Bank Account Cried)

Somewhere between “I should be responsible” and “life is short,” I discovered EDM festivals.

Specifically, Tomorrowland.

If you’ve never been, imagine 400,000 people from every country gathering in Belgium to lose their absolute minds to electronic music for a weekend. The stages are insane. The people are insane. The whole thing is beautifully, perfectly insane.

I fell in love immediately.

The problem? Tomorrowland is EXPENSIVE. Like, really expensive. Tickets, hotels during festival weekend, travel – it all adds up fast. My first year, I nearly cried looking at the costs. (still worth it though)

But then I got competitive with myself: How cheap can I actually do this?

Every year became a challenge. I hacked everything—accommodation, travel, food, tickets. Every detail optimized. By my fourth year? I spent one-third of what I did the first time.

Same festival. Same incredible experience. Fraction of the cost.Turns out, even “impossible to do cheap” things are possible when you know the system.

And now? I had festival hacks to add to my collection.

The "Fuck It" Moment

November 2024, I’m 29 years old, sitting at my desk, preparing for another meeting that should have been an email. It’s Monday. It’s raining. The kind of British rain that makes you question every life choice that led you to this moment.

Then an ad pops up on my screen.

Bali.

And just like that, I remember Bali-Me.

The version of me who was barefoot and fearless, convinced she could build a life that didn’t require asking for vacation days.

I remembered that feeling. That pure, terrifying, intoxicating freedom.

Something inside me just… snapped.

I was done counting my holiday days like they were made of gold. Tired of living for weekends. Tired of pretending I was “building a career” when really I was just slowly dying inside.

So I quit my job. Packed my life in the UK. Bought a one-way ticket to Asia.

My plan for making money? “I’ll figure it out.”

Very professional. Totally solid strategy. 😂10/10 recommend.

Why This Blog Exists

I’m currently living my dream in Asia: no boss, no alarm clock ruining my life at 6am… just me, my laptop, and suspiciously cheap street food.
Life is good.

But I realized something… I don’t want to keep all this knowledge to myself.
For years, I’ve been the person friends text at midnight asking, “How did you get to Greece for £50?” or “Where do you even find cheap accommodation?” And honestly? I love helping people unlock this stuff. Watching someone realise they can actually afford to travel is one of the most satisfying feelings on Earth.

The dream is still to open my own travel agency one day (an adults-only one, obviously). But until I’m rich enough for that, I figured: why not start sharing everything now?

All the insider tricks. All the hacks. All the “wait, you can DO that?” loopholes I learned working in the industry.

And that’s how this blog was born.

Escape baby shark, embrace Piña Coladas

There’s just one very important rule:

NO KIDS.

This blog is strictly 18+. You will NOT find:

“Family-friendly activities” (aka hell)
“Best destinations for toddlers” (why would you do that to yourself)
“Stroller-accessible beaches” (the beach has sand, Linda, strollers don’t work on sand)
Anything involving the words “kid-approved” or “suitable for all ages”

Why? Because I firmly believe family-friendly activities are where peace and quiet go to die.

This blog is about traveling cheap, having adventures, actually relaxing on vacation, occasional day drinking without judgment, EDM festivals that will ruin your hearing but improve your soul, sarcasm, and most importantly….freedom.

Freedom to sleep in. Freedom to be spontaneous. Freedom to book a last-minute flight without consulting a babysitter or a school calendar.

If you’re childfree by choice, tired of travel content aimed at families and ready to learn how to see the world without emptying your bank account…

Welcome home. 🌍✈️

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