The worst part of travelling so far has to be the travelling, I’m loving being in new locations every week, it’s like going on holiday over and over again, the only problem being you can’t just click your fingers and arrive, you have to do actually travelling in between.
The first couple of journeys we did in China we’re interesting and exciting to us but now that’s wearing off a bit and they’re becoming a bit more painful.
So inspired by Ayngelina’s post on what she hates about traveling over at bacon is magic and sitting here in Guangzhou train station waiting to get an overnight train to Guilin, looking up to see everyone staring at me thinking “what the hell is he writing” here are my hates about the travel in travelling.
Firstly it’s long, boring and sweaty, simple as that, all words that don’t come close to fun. Every train we’ve got off in China we’ve been almost knocked over by the heat, before having to wonder around in it with our backpacks to try and find our hostel or book more tickets.
Secondly there is the problem with queues, now we know it’s like this everywhere in China (Asia?(World?)) but people love to push in. The problem is when travelling to somewhere there are so many more queuing situations, queue for the bus, then the metro, the security check, your train ticket, getting on the train and exiting the station. If you’re lucky enough to be doing a long journey you may even get to repeat this over again. It’s fine normally and any other day it doesn’t bother us but after a whole day of people pushing in it’s easy to get pissed off.
If you’ve managed to get to the train station without killing yourself on the bus and metro you still have to battle through the crowds of people desperate to get you into their taxi or hotel, it’s like being back in Chungking Mansions.
At least there is that one high point, dehydrating yourself all day has worked and you don’t have the urge to visit the literally shitty toilets. High Five!
I’ll add in the waiting here as well, it seems only natural as I’ve been in this room an hour now and have the same amount of time to go. At least everyone in here has got other the fact I’m writing now, not even the chap sitting next to me is interested anymore, maybe he can read English? Now they’re all just wondering what a lad like me is doing on their public transport!
Don’t worry about my entertainment though a tour group has just walked in , all complete with matching yellow caps and their tour guide who will spend the next hour shouting through a megaphone at them.
This post, as it says, was written on an actual travel day and therefore does not reflect my usual sane views. Looking back now it was actually a very easy day of travelling but things always seem better when you look back, forgive my sweaty tantrum – I love what we’re doing and all the people involved – for perspective I suggest reading this post: What Travel is Not and what it Is