I know you must be thinking how I can hate anything about travelling when I love it to a degree that I quit my job to travel and started living 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 a 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, I never considered them as 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 in this article 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 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 during 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 to the 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 smelly guesthouse. I can handle a lot of filth during 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 at an Indian railways’ retiring room. Hotels close to bus and train stations are the worst. I remember the last time I had 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 the next level.
Getting Off The Bus
I love travelling to new places. But I absolutely hate getting off the bus or coming out of a railway station, when I arrive at a 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 in India, 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 totally adore about India, 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 life. 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 in India, 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 in villages, you might moreover not even hear their voice ever again in life.
But what about you? What part of travelling do you hate the most?