It is a promise I made to myself to travel the world. It was meant to benchmark my 30th year of existence. I toke a gamble and I booked my ticket to London today. 43 days of raucous revelry and bumbling backpacking.It's a cocktail of fear and excitement. What kind of compromising situations will be I caught in?What if I'm "Taken" and my Dad is hardly Liam Neeson.What if I take the wrong train and head towards a different country? Ever since the MRT ...