Part Two: Travel Regrets

September 17, 2017

On any given day, you will find yourself scrolling through Instagram, and judging the photos of your friends galavanting around Europe on a Summer extravaganza, whilst you stuff your face with Doritos under the covers of the pillow fort that used to be your bed. You'll see them with their ripped, tanned abs, low cut bikinis, coloured doors, stray cats and sailing boats that they've called home for the past week and what have you been doing? Watching Friends re-runs, that's what. 

 

 

 

In July this year I was lucky enough to leave the comfort of my pillow fort and travel around Central America for a month; Guatemala, Belize and Mexico. To the untrained eye, I too was living the dream (not going to lie it was pretty damn awesome). But little did those people at home in their pillow forts know that my trip was filled with regrets, mistakes, sickness and an overwhelming longing to curl up into the foetal position.

 

I wrote an article about my travel regrets a few months ago, and at that stage I didn't think there was much more to regret or fuck up. How wrong I was because here, dear friends, is part two...

  

Bringing a suitcase

 

Who the fuck brings a suitcase on a G Adventures 'YOLO' style adventure tour? I was the only one in my group who had a suitcase and each time I had to push it up ridiculously steep hills, through mud, across cobblestone streets, up stairs, on boats and buses... I was constantly reminded of my naïve choice. What was I thinking?

  

Booking the cheapest flight (despite the layovers)

 

In the moment you think "sure, I can wait in Mexico City airport for 9 hours before catching my connecting flight to Guatemala City," but when that 9 hours is from 1am...things start feeling a little bleak. I might have saved myself a whole $50, but I paid for it in breakfast, lunch and my sanity.  

  

Not bringing a rain jacket

 

Listen to what your grandma says…. 'take a rain coat.' I dismissed this advice thinking only of all the sunshine and warmth I was about to immerse myself in. Ah, Central America in Summer! No! Do your fucking research and you'll realise it's their rainy season and that Mexico City has an altitude of 2500m in the fucking mountains where it fucking rains all the fucking time! If you couldn't tell, this was a rather sore spot for me after confidently rejecting the thought to take a rain coat.  

 

Hooking up with a Guatemalan guy named Alejandro

 

Actually, is that a regret? Hell no, we salsa danced all night, went to a rave, made out and danced until morning! Oh, I remember... it was the hangover the next day that was the regret, not Alejandro. I mean really? His name was Alejandro!!!  

  

Not reading my briefing instructions properly
 

When I was in Mexico I was studying at a Catholic university, and in the brief (which I only skim-read) it specifically states that you can’t wear thongs or singlets to uni. As an Aussie girl abroad, that was basically the entirety of my suitcase (for someone that's travelled a lot, I really fucked up on this whole weather/climate thing). So off I went to buy some respetable length skirts and modest shirts that covered my scandalous shoulders.  

 

Not having a polaroid camera 

 

This one's a bit of a meaningful regret. When reflecting on my time abroad I wish I could have made a more meaningful contribution to the lives of some people I met; two specific times in particular: 

 

1- When we did a homestay with a traditional Mayan family in Guatemala. They lived a very simple life, roosters for alarm clocks, no TV, cooking over a fire, no hot water or internet, with only several photos on their family room wall. I wish I could've been able to whip out a polaroid camera and take a family photo for them for their wall.

 

2 – During my course in Mexico City, we often met with refugees. For their protection, we could not take digital photos. However, I wish I could've had a polaroid camera to take photos of the kids and give it to their mothers and fathers as keepsakes.

 

The idea of taking photos is so skewed for us living in developed, technology saturated countries. It's a touch of a button on our phones and we share it to the world online. For people who don't have this privilege, photos are all they have of their family. They can put it in their pocket and hold onto it forever. It means so much more than a piece of paper. It means they're able to capture, remember and bring their loved ones with them on their journey.  

 

Eating those street tacos

 

OK I don't think it was the street tacos, but something I ate over there made me sick. Very sick. Let's just say the next two weeks whatever I put in my mouth, did not come out of my body in a nice way. You can read my shameful tell all here.

 

Picking up hitchhikers

 

No not people… parasites! After my rather shitty experience with getting sick in Mexico, I came back to Australia still experiencing horrendous cramps. After a rather confronting experience of having to poo in a cup, it’s confirmed that I have two little parasite friends living in my stomach. Rest assured, I’m on some pretty serious probiotics, but in the meantime I named my new friends Pablo and Renee. Lucky me!

 

Don't believe those beautifully crafted Instagram photos and witty captions, everyone has travel regrets, mistakes, fuck ups and maybe some parasites too. I just wanted to put mine on the internet to get down and real when talking about the joy of travelling. Oh and I guess I just wanted to brag about my hook up with Alejandro. No shame, he was hot.

 

Image: Kate Bath

 

 

 

Adelaide is a twenty something human and yes, that is her real name. She doesn’t go far without her Doc Martens and a skinny cappuccino. She loves travelling and thinks it’s the best way to meet exciting people (men). When she’s not at uni or daydreaming at the beach, you will find her writing on her blog A Worldly Addiction.

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