The count down is on again and that D day is quickly approaching. It is now a fortnight until we leave again and the dread is kicking in. DREAD?! It might sound bizarre to hear me say that as travel is usually a time of excitement and adrenaline but I just can’t shake it. Not unfamiliar with packing my bags and setting off, I still get nervous about leaving some creature comforts behind.
Here are a few things that I’m dreading letting go of, just when I’m about to travel the world:
Being able to stay in my pyjamas, make that morning coffee and go back to bed (with no translation troubles).
Having my shampoo and conditioner in the shower and LEAVING IT THERE!
Throwing my clothes in a washing machine when they are dirty instead of lugging around a sack of festering laundry until we a) have a sink big enough to wash them or b) find a laundromat. Note Well – I cannot fail to mention the embarrassment when you do find a laundromat and the cute little women opens your clothes bag (which has most probably been lugged around with me for a week sealing in the fragrance) and proceeds to man-handle your garments piece by piece to count them.
Keeping a close eye on my belongings. The only thing worse than getting robbed is having to count your cash, check your valuables and think of new hiding spots for your mula daily.
Having a big fluffy towel and an extra one for my wet hair instead of using my tiny little quick dry travel towel.
Uniformity. After months of being gawked at, prodded, stalked, whispered about, shouted at and taunted, just because I look different really f*&^king grates me. You wouldn’t believe me but Becks and I were bigger tourists attractions at the Great Wall of China than the Great Wall itself. True story.
Having a drawer to put my clothes in enabling the floor space beside my bed to be just that, SPACE!
Being able to eat what I want, when I want. You know it…there is always that day when you crave something so simple and could whip up in 5 minutes back home but it’s nowhere in sight. Instead there’s no kitchen, no restaurant menu, and sometimes just no food in sight.
The ability to just pick up my phone and call rather than sending countless Facebook messages back and forth attempting to organise Skype dates.
Clean sheets!!! The amount of times I have paid for a room to find that is permanently occupied in unbelievable. Slippers under the bed, hair and clipping on the sheets, tissues in the bin and toothbrush in the bathroom… oh the dread!
Ease of ATM withdrawals and access to money. We hate you HSBC and NAB!
Regular pay checks.
Regular pay checks!!!
Long bus, car, train, taxi journeys… or any road based journey really. We all know it.. that twenty hours cramped in a seat or a dirty little bed, racing at 100 miles an hour, swerving wildly around cliff edges and heart fizzled from gripping on for dear life. Oh and those toilet stops along the way are always the seediest little roadside shacks with the WORST toilets and weirdest food.
Last but certainly not least, obviously the thing we miss most while travelling is not having contact with loved ones. A relationship that survives and thrives regardless of space and time is one of the most precious things a traveller can possess.
Thanks for reading, perhaps you have something you dread leaving behind when you take to the road and travel the world?
Prue Sinclair is a twenty-six year old Aussie who for the past five years has been exploring the furthermost reaches of Asia. Living anywhere but her homeland, she now resides somewhere in the Americas where she writes about her adventures. Her travel ideals are simple: Plans are not made, visa are not obtained and routes are not sketched out, but wherever she ends up you can be sure she’ll be writing about it.