Travelling around the globe for a year presents a whole world of challenges. Most of which didn’t occur to me before embarking on this insane journey. Come to think of it, I really didn’t put a lot of thought into any of this trip it seems. Just thought that I’d make it up as we go along! And, for the most part, that has worked out well. But there have been some challenges…
Family. Before setting our on the trip I thought, “Cool, I’ll get to spend more time with my family”. Now that we’re 7 weeks or whatever it is into the adventure I’m thinking, “Holy fuck! I have to spend the next 9 months with these people?!” It’s not that spending time with them is bad or anything – quite the opposite – it’s just that’s all who I’m spending my time with. We are together 24/7. The only time that we’re not is when we’re asleep. I’m sure that they feel the same way. There really isn’t anyone that I’d want to spend all of my time with, well maybe Cheryl Tiegs.
Hey Cheryl, want to go around the world with me?
I did manage to slip away for a solitary beer on a couple of occasions. That was very nice. Just me, my hat and some cold beer, watching the world go by. I guess that we’ll see how the next few months pan out. Hopefully we’ll get to stay in one place for a while and actually meet some other people. It’s been hard meeting folks along the way. It’s getting so as I don’t even know how to talk to people once I do meet them. What’s happening to me?
Me, my hat and a giant beer. Alone at last.
Beds. I’m not a good sleeper at the best of times but it is magnified by the fact that I’m sleeping in a different bed every few days. By my last count, since we moved out of our house at the beginning of July, I’m on my 19th different bed. I’m amazed that I’ve been able to sleep at all.
Shared Bathrooms. As I stated in a previous post, I’m not a big fan of the shared bathrooms. But being on a budget, you have to sacrifice on occasion. The worst thing is having to get up in the middle of the night, get dressed and shuffle down the hallway to use the abode. By the time I get back from this excursion, I’m pretty much wide awake. And if I’ve had a few beers before bed, or even in bed – Bed Beers! – it’s even worse. Same goes for the shared showers. We have a coed shower room down the hall. It’s not as sexy or fun as it sounds – it’s not some sort of Porky’s scenario where nubile coeds come bounding out of the showers wearing nothing but a skimpy towel and an alluring smile and you hope that the towel falls to the floor. It’s more like the 5 foot woman from an un-named Eastern European country whose age ranges from 35 to 70 (I couldn’t tell) lurches out of the shower wearing a skimpy towel with an embarrassed grimace on her face and you pray to God that the towel stays on.
“Outta my way, I’m wearing a towel!” (picture her in a towel)
Food. We like to eat. Part of this trip was to eat our way around the world. So far we’ve had mixed results. Some of the food has been quite good while some, well, has been a challenge. We’re currently staying in Granada, Spain. It’s a lovely little town and it also is known for it’s tapas. You get free tapas when you buy a drink at any bar. It’s a mixed blessing as, while it has made it really cheap to eat, the food has been across the board. There is lots of bread. Everything is served on bread. Meat on bread, cheese on bread, potatoes on bread and even bread on bread. We’re starting to feel a little doughy (get it).
Sex. If sex back in the real world was a challenge, then sex on the road is a monumental achievement. Because we’re on a budget, we are staying in cheaper accommodations which means a lot of one-room hotels and pensions. It’s hard to get your mojo rising when your kid is sleeping in the bunk right beside you. It doesn’t help that we’re in a hot and sexy country as well.
Envy. I don’t mind staying in small rooms and cheap hotels, hell, it’s just a room. You’re asleep most of the time you’re in it anyways. But that starts to wear thin after a while and I find myself envying nice hotels when we pass by them. Everyone wants a little luxury every now and then, right? It would be nice to have a place that has a separate bedroom or even a sitting area. Maybe once we leave Western Europe we’ll be able to get more bang for our buck.
Goals. My goals are meagre. I want to be able to do 50 push-ups a day by Christmas (I’m currently at 40) and I want to come home with my hat. My hat is not in the best of shape at the moment – it kind of looks like the sorting hat from Harry Potter – and I’ve left it behind twice. If it makes it, cool, if not, well my head and the hat had a good run.
I’m sure that there will be more challenges to arise and I’m sure that you’ll hear me gripe about them.