About
I was raised to be an aristocrat from birth, and had lived in luxury aloof from the world at large. From the age of 3, I began my learning with a private tutor. I attended Wimbledon High School for girls at the age of 11.At 16 my parents decided I should broaden my education by studying at Gordonstoun, one of Britain's most prominent boarding schools. One day I came across a copy of National Geographic on the hall table. The front cover featured a familiar name - Professor Werner Von Croy. A respected archaeologist, Von Croy had once lectured at my school to pupils & parents alike.
The experience had a profound effect on me, triggering a desire for travel to remote locations in search of adventure. In some ways Von Croy had become an inspirational figure for me. As I read further, I learned that Von Croy was currently preparing for an archaeological tour across Asia, culminating in a potential new discovery to be made in Cambodia. Unable to pass up this opportunity, I burst into the room, thrust the article in front of my parents & without hesitation demanded I accompany Von Croy on his expedition.
Lord Croft could hardly disagree that travel was an education in itself. As I argued the case further, he found himself walking over to the desk & penning a letter to Von Croy. He Introduced himself as an influential society figure and offered financial assistance in exchange for his daughter's place on the expedition. Von Croy's reply assured the Henshingly Croft's that the territories were friendly and that he had ample experience to look after both his & my well being.
My company as an assistant would be welcome, as was the offer of such a generous cheque. He remembered me from his lecture - her incessant yet insightful questions had made quite an impression upon him. And so it was agreed by all that I would accompany Von Croy for the duration of the tour.
After attending a Swiss finishing school at the age of 21, my marriage into wealth had seemed assured, until one day, on her way home from a skiing holiday, my chartered plane crashed deep into the heart of the Himalayan Mountains. I probably should have died there, as most people would have, instead I learned how to depend on my wits to stay alive in hostile conditions a world away from her sheltered upbringing.
Two weeks later when I walked into the village of Tokakeriby my experiences had had a profound effect on me and in that process transformed myself as well. My Himalayan odyssey was both miraculous and enlightening, as I not only survived, but gained a perspective on myself and the world that made my past appear shallow and naive. Out of the darkness of my ordeal, I saw my future reflected in a different light.
I felt profoundly that there was more for me in this life than the coddled existence that had become my numbing habit. I realized that I was only truly alive when I was travelling alone. Over the eight following years I acquired an intimate knowledge of ancient civilizations across the globe. My family soon disowned their prodigal daughter, hoping I would wed The Earl of Farrington. I turned to writing to fund my trips.
Famed for discovering several ancient sites of profound archaeological interest and gaining some notoriety for having slain an actual Bigfoot in North America, I made a name for myself by publishing travel books & detailed journals of her exploits.
I became the seeker of truths, both large and small, and in that pursuit I continue to this day.
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