I know you must be thinking how I can hate anything about travelling, when I love it to a degree that I quit my well-paying job to travel and live out of a backpack. Well you’re right. I love travelling and I immediately plan my next trip, as soon as I return home. Travel is in my veins. But sometimes I just hate certain things about it, and being on the road for month at a time, simply amplifies the feeling.
These are not the periodic disappointments like paying high prices during a peak tourist season, or missing a flight/bus, or lacking the comforts of home. Though they sure make travel life tougher, but I never considered them among something that would make me want to hate travelling. The things I hate about travelling, however, or the things that I’m going to talk about below are the ones that really irk me time and again. This is a list of stuff that no matter how often I see it, or no matter how prepared I am, I hate to the core:
As a budget traveller, and after travelling in India for a pretty long period of time, I can very strongly say that I’ve seen my share of gross toilets. I can handle a lot of filth in my travels, but when it comes to dirty public toilets, I’ve had enough. And no matter how better I become at holding my breath for a longer time period, it turns out that I always end up taking that last whiff of eternal disgust before making it out for my rescue. I just hate dirty disgusting toilets. And they hold the first position in this list.
I consider myself as a frugal traveller, but not frugal to a point that I’d save every buck possible, particularly not if saving that extra buck means staying in a shitty dorm room, or someplace worse. I can handle a lot of filth in my travels (well, I’m reminding again!), but when it comes to getting a good night’s sleep, a clean bedsheet and a super clean pillow – giving a fresh smell of detergent – is a must. But sometimes you have no option. For example, you arrive in a new town, after the wee hours of midnight, and you agree to take the first room you’re offered right next to the bus station. Or worse, you end up in an Indian railways’ retiring room. Hotels close to bus stations are the worst, trains are a close second. I remember the last time I’d to rent a room at Gaya Railway station in Bihar, I pleaded for a new bedsheet, and then decided to put it on the floor and doze off. Dirty beds and pillows make my travel life tougher to a level.
Getting Off The Bus
I love moving to new places when I travel. But I absolutely hate getting off the bus, or coming out of a railway station, when I arrive at my destination. It is exhausting being inundated by touts trying to push you for a ride in their taxi, or help you find a cheap accommodation somewhere. I already hate the idea of searching a guesthouse while lugging a heavy rucksack on my back. But I hate having to deal with the mob of people waiting for tourists even more. So as my destination and the time to get off the bus draws near, the dread grows to a long moment of uneasiness.
Bidding Farewell To Locals
After travelling a few countries in the world, if there’s one thing I love about India the most, it’s meeting local people and experiencing their spellbound hospitality. People in small villages, across India, are so hospitable and welcoming that in just a few days you become a part of their family. There is a strong bond that happens with people when I travel and I never forget the new friends that I make. But when I have to part ways and move on, it sucks. It sucks even more in India, because half of the times, you know that this is perhaps your last meeting and because they own no phone and internet is almost an unheard-of technology for them, you might moreover not hear their voice ever again in your life.
But what about you? What part of travelling do you hate the most?