6 (not 5 and not 10) uncool, unrelated and useless facts about travelling. #inlovewiththenormcore
No rainbows, no unicorns, no legendary moments, no thick descriptions, no instalicious pictures. This is the ode to disgusting details of the glorious wanderlust, the hymn to uncool facts of the praised adventure, the out of tune ballad about absurdities of relativity. A composition of random, unrelated and useless facts that you would never implement in your future travels.
1. Your clothes are dirty
Sleeping in a
tent is fantastic, don’t get me wrong. Doing hand wash with just the water is
liberating and brings you closer to the nature. All that and more. Ladida. However …. people
can easily distinguish you from the participants of the organised group tours by
the way you look. This may not be a good thing. The organized group people are everything you are not. They are
‘the clean people’ - they have nice backpacks, clean shoes and
nice, freshly smelling outfits. It’s great to be you, BUT, let’s state the
obvious – you look like a bum.
2. Superficial needs vs. journey deep down into yourself
You talk to your friends about positives of having a nice pedicure. They say it’s better to
have an adventure and forget about being superficial. The condition of your
feet proves them wrong. Obviously.
3. Half of mouton can cost you less than ingredients for the Greek salad.
I mean, how long
can you go on with the adventurous local food like goat heads, zebra steaks and
all the catchy game meat. How long can you absorb carbs with meat, carbs with
carbs or carbs with potatoes. You need kale. You need spinach. You crave those
tiny, weird sounding superfoods. You die for something green called ‘detox’ or ‘vegan’.
Ain’t gonna
happen.
All you get is
overpriced mass-produced veggies imported from China or a local market version
that sells single genre of your favourite delish healthy food (so you’d have
only onions, only tomatoes or only garlic – good luck being the creative cook).
4. Travelling local means you will get stuck at some stage.
There is no bus
till next week - you stay. You soak into the atmosphere of boredom being killed
with the bar existence*. You manage to leave… eventually. Then you have another
week to spend before your next bus departs. You are excited – you will be in a
big city, there will be concrete sidewalks, supermarkets, and you can do
waxing! Delightful! Two days ahead and you stop lying to yourself – going to
the store to buy water is not fun. Sitting at the roof terrace of Hilton Hotel
** and watching the sunset is kind of nice if you fancy feeling privileged. Living
in a segregated city might be an adventure if you think that guided tour of townships
(poor/coloured areas of town) is a great way to know the real thing and be the
man who knows it all.
5. As you meet more and more fellow travellers your hatred towards human kind grows significantly.
How long can you
look up to the cool silent types with mysterious travel story? How long can you
socialize with the Dutch and German Families? You already know that approaching the couples
might be a waste of time***. Meeting the weirdos does not impress you anymore.
You are German and have a feather hat – fine. You are an ex government worker
growing weed – awesome. You are a hippie – good for you. You are basically a half
local and know all about this place – fantastic.
You seriously could not care less.
6. Jamming is great but most of the pop music you hear in Africa is crap.
Worst thing is –
you find yourself actually liking it.
After a month and a half it felt
like this is the time to have a look at my survival guide - a farewell gift from
my friends.
Adventure is electrifying, but you do miss the close ones.
And this
is a good thing.
#shittyispretty
#inlovewiththenormcore
* Just have a look at the wonderful survival
gift from my friends – they already boozy knew it all!
** Brangelinas spent there weekend or gave
birth to one of their kids in there. I’m not sure. Google.
*** Conaill and Jo Jo - miss you even more as I go along!
we miss you ania! But you are rocking it there and doing what you had to do. Respect.
ReplyDeletethe surivival guide is getting a lovely travel patina ;-)
Miss you too Roni!
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