Once the travel bug bites, there is no antidote, and I know that I shall be happily infected until the end of my life – Michael Palin
Up until I met my Fiancé, a good holiday for me was one that included as much time lounging in the sun like a lizard as possible to provide me with a gorgeous mahogany glow that would last for the whole of 4 days when I got home and would most likely be covered up thanks to record-low UK temperatures. A problem with staying in one resort? Nope, not me… and especially not if there was a swim-up bar.
Then, I met the one. I knew instantly that he was the one for me, which can be the only reason I could ever imagine that I agreed to go trekking with him and his family in Nepal within just a few dates. I like to call it the honeymoon phase, but the sad reality is that he has me pretty much wrapped around his little finger. As more than a year passed before the trip finally came around, the reality of what we were about to embark upon finally set in. I asked whether I should start training for the ‘trek’ and was told that we were only “taking short walks around the mountain” and then we’d be staying in luxury tea houses – the whole thing would be a breeze.
10,000 feet later and 100km trekked, I can report back that the tea houses were definitely not luxury. However, I absolutely loved it. It was the beginning of the opening of my eyes to what is a very big world and I promised myself in that very moment that I never wanted to holiday in the same place twice.
Having never done the travelling thing after education (I’ve always been a grafter), taking 3/4 week breaks each year where you can truly start to submerse yourself properly in the local culture is something that I now love. However, doing it when you’re that much more established in life means that you have more choices and can afford to ‘champagne backpack’ as I like to call it. I for one, never thought that I’d be persuading my Fiancé that the hole in the floor in Vietnam actually wasn’t that bad or that I’d view having my bags lost en route as an opportunity to explore the local markets and that I’d rather eat street food than be in a restaurant. I’ve changed and I’m not sure there’s any going back – I certainly don’t want to.
It got me to thinking of some signs that you might have been bitten by the travel bug:
- You can’t finish one holiday until you have another one booked. Mentally booking in your head does not count.
- You have enough air miles to gift flights to friends.
- You’ve learned to sleep anywhere.
- ‘Capsule wardrobe’ becomes a part of your every day vocabulary.
- You’re no longer required to pay tax in the UK.
- You check Skyscanner more often than the news.
- You’ve started to notice that your friend numbers on Facebook have started to rapidly decrease.
- You carry your passport with you at all time, just in case…. btw never do this. I carried mine with me for a good few months, never went anywhere and lost my bag. Not ideal. Especially when you see the Passport picture that I had to replace it with.
What’s top of your holiday list? I’d love to know…