Most travel blogs are filled with smiley, happy travel stories. Bloggers recount exciting adventures and make jetting off round the world sound as easy as pie. Whilst it is totally achievable (promise!), they can sometimes leave you wandering if travel bloggers ever make any travel mistakes. Is it always plain sailing? Are they somehow immune to things going wrong?
Well, truth be told, nope. It isn’t always peachy. No matter how much prep work you do, things don’t always go as planned. However, before you start using that as an excuse not to see the world, it’s quite often those mistakes and experiences that make for unforgettable travel stories. You might want to cry at the time, but you’ll be laughing all about it soon after. Don’t believe me? Read on…
That Time the Police Were Called & She Broke Her Collarbone
I’ll admit that it’s a bit of a long title, but that’s not even the half of it. It was meant to be a classy weekend in Marbella (Spain). It started off well. There were spa treatments and Champagne. The sun was shining and the sangria was free flowing. It was good fun whilst we were perched at the swim-up bar. However, at the end of the afternoon when it came to leaving to get glammed up for our promised ‘big night out’, it all went wrong. The first problem was standing up. After a few too many bubbles one of us stood and then instantly fell to the ground in a rigid sideways position. There were no arms out to cushion the fall and instead, the head hit the concrete pavement.
After a few tears and a bag of ice, we carried on with our plan. A twenty minute taxi ride to our new hotel soon put a stop to those plans. The fresh air and ever winding roads made for a sobering experience. By the time we greeted our receptionist there were wobbles, tantrums and pretty green faces. Let’s just say a police call and the threaten of no bedroom soon put an end to that madness. Not bad for 8pm, eh?
Lesson #1: Eat lunch when drinking in the sun.
Lesson #2: Classy hen do’s can soon become messy hen do’s.
Lesson #3: The Receptionist is boss.
That Time I Got the Wrong Bus
Catching public transport overseas can seem complex, especially when other languages are involved. However, it wasn’t a foreign bus that messed up my travels. After a ridiculously late flight home on a Sunday I was desperate to make it through Passport Control as quickly as possible. I’d booked a cheaper airport parking spot so it was off-site. At the time of booking saving pennies had been more important than saving precious minutes for sleeping.
I glided through security in five seconds and found my transfer bus waiting in the bay. I grinned as I skipped onto the bus and failed to hide my smug grin as the doors closed behind me. I even text the friends I’d travelled with to let them know that I was on my way home already.
As I stared out of the window I wandered why the driver was taking a different route back. I didn’t remember being on the motorway for so long. After fifteen minutes I knew I was on the wrong bus – my one was only supposed to take seven-ten minutes. As the thoughts processed in my sleepy mind we pulled into a completely different site, run by another company. The driver took pity on my stupidity (or perhaps noticed my teary eyes) and returned me to the airport so that I could wait for my bus. Just an extra hour added to my early morning finish. *Sigh*
Lesson #4: Spend the extra couple of pounds and book the onsite airport parking
Lesson #5: If you can’t afford to park onsite, check the drop-off bus bay AND the pick-up bus bay. They could differ.
Lesson #6: Don’t be smug.
That Time I Missed my Flight
Now I guess this title should read ‘…Flights’. The first time happened years and years ago when I was new to the world of travelling. Swept in the excitement of one of my first holidays on my own I didn’t really pay attention to my flight details. I knew when I was going and that was all that mattered. However, when it came to going home I realised I’d got the times wrong. The quick glance earlier in the week had told me my flight was 4pm, but it was actually 4am. My plane had gone home without me. Cue one angry boss and one overdrawn account.
The second time happened recently on my way to France. Despite joining the check-in queue three hours before my flight, the airline failed to employ enough staff to be able to process all of the eager holidayers before our flight. Despite making ourselves known to the staff calling our flight we were told to wait in line and as a result missed our flight. *Sad face* swiftly followed by *angry face*.
Lesson #7: Life goes on. Travels ensue. Keep living and travelling. ♥
Do you have any travel stories and lessons learned to add to this list? X