Travel Blogger Problems
Travelling somewhere where you can’t speak the local lingo.
Good example: Arriving after a 20+ hour bus journey into Salta, Argentina. A spot people raved about. A spot I struggled to figure out where the darn laundromat was after asking at least 4 people (including police) and just got tiredly frustrated. So much so, that after trying to find food (after eventually finding the laundromat 2+ hours later) I couldn’t string a sentence of Spanish together and gave up in the local market and headed for the grocery store to find the first thing I could understand what it was to eat.
I’m the queen of getting sick or injured in countries where it’s best not to, when I’m on my own. This is why I swear by travel insurance. None of my sicknesses were my fault, the sea urchin spike in my foot ‘may’ have been my fault for trying to adjust my silly snorkel, but it was a pure accident… less be said, it’s easier when you meet people who can translate for you or carry expert tweezers with them!
Sense of direction
When I’m not exhausted or with other people, I’m great at figuring out my way around places. Give me a map and I’ll pin point spots to remember my way. However, if I’m by chance travelling with someone else, this all goes out the window. Because I have someone to help it means I let go and don’t worry about where we’re headed until we’re lost… Also I’ve learnt a lack of sleep over 24-48 hours can send me into a drug-like trance where nothing makes sense, let alone where the heck I am.
When to say no
I’m notorious for being a sucker when someone says ‘But this will be your one chance to bungee jump over the Nile’… yes I did it and yes I’m glad I did, but sometimes I’ve learnt it’s not worth it. Like hiking up Dune 45 (Namibia) on my birthday despite being scared shitless of heights. I was near tears with no-one to help me down and while that sounds a bit silly, seeing the sunrise from the bottom of the Dune would have been just as pretty. I’m still forever trying to challenge my fear of heights, I’m just not always sure that it’s worth it.
Missing family and friends
There’s the expat that has moved abroad and travels in spare time that misses their family, who can Skype or meet with friends for comfort. Then there’s the traveller who goes for a long extended period of time travelling alone. That person may not always have access to internet or phone and when the pangs of home or friends hits, there’s not much for it. It comes when you least expect it and when you need those people around you the most. It sucks.
You can’t control this. Rain, hail or shine, you must travel and make the most of the time you’ve got in a certain area. Yes this means donning a raincoat and wandering the streets where locals think you’re mad.
The random people you meet on your travels
These are the lovely people you meet at the hostel and chat to over banana bread breakfasts and terrible coffee. They’re the ones you realise you have an amazing connection with and spend the day venturing out into the wild unknown with. You might even meet up with them in the next town or decide to keep in touch on Facebook. Chances are you’ll never meet them again. They’re amazing and if only there was a country that you could drop them all in at once and live happily ever after with!
These are the idiots that put travellers to shame. The ones that disrespect cultures and wildlife. The ones that spend mummy and daddy’s money and drink like it’s new years day (every day). The ones that can’t comprehend why the heck you’d want to travel to some of the places you’ve gone to or why you’d do it alone. These are the idiots that you just feel sorry for and turn around and never think about again.
This is a nice ‘travel blogger problem’ to finish on. The memories that haunt you for years into the future. The photos that take you back to that very moment, feeling the sun on your skin, the sea air, the pure wonder and freedom that you’re alive. The memories are the very thing that keep me going, that make it real. Being a travel blogger is the perfect excuse to keep these memories alive.
While there are plenty of travel blogger problems to be had (besides finding decent wifi to actually blog) I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ve loved every moment of my travels – the good and the bad. The people and animals have made my life all the more richer for helping create such incredible experiences.
In truth, there is almost no travel blogger problem too big that it’s worth giving up travel for. Saying goodbye is possibly one of the hardest, but it’s one that shows you how incredible the experience must have been.
This is part of an awesome travel blogger linkup, I hope you’ve enjoyed reading as much as I did writing!