After reading a great post on the travel mistakes we all make along the way, it got me thinking about some of my own. Here are some of the most memorable:
Booking a transit time that is too close to allow for any delay: then missing the onward flight causing an 8 hour wait in the terminal, arriving after dark in the destination country, and to no luggage. (I may have had a little cry this night…)
Packing the mobile phone charger in my checked luggage: I’m then unable to chase the lost luggage or inform my accommodation of the delay as the phone is dead.
Taking a sick son up the Burj Khalifa: (after a bout of V&D from a dodgy chicken shawarma). It makes for a horrible scene, it’s hard to escape (830 metres up) and it’s a long walk to the taxi stand once back down at the bottom.
And on a similar note, Not taking travel sick pills on the bus along the Amalfi Road. There is a whole post on that : https://howfarishappy.wordpress.com/2016/04/10/trying-not-to-throw-up-on-the-amalfi/
Thinking that meeting up later in Venice sounds feasible: Agreeing to my son sleeping in and arranging to meet at lunchtime under the clock tower in St Marks square. Anyone who has witnessed summertime crowds in Venice will immediately see the problem here.
No snacks: being awake at 4am due to jet lag and last having eaten at 5pm the day before and feeling sick with hunger but having to wait till those first boulangeries/patisserie/ bakkerij opens in the dim early light around 6am because I haven’t any snacks.
Getting off the metro a stop too soon or too late: aiming for the Eiffel Tower in Paris but deciding to get off a stop early for a nice evening stroll and ending up with a 4 or 5 km hike as we got a bit lost, couldn’t find cheap street food, and finally staggering into Champ de Mars about 10 pm grumpy and starving.
Finding the most crazy, exploitative foreign exchange services: such as the Czech Republic McDonalds on the border.
And to my greatest shame, on my first visit to Rome, not recognizing sites of immense global cultural importance when I am standing in front of them. Not only because I didn’t know what they looked like but also because I was simply ignorant of what they even were.
On a positive note, it was this deep remorse that led me to do lots of learning and took me back that way a year later and then again.(I may never stop wanting to go back).