I love to read other travellers’ adventures because I like to travel and to know about new places. I also like writing so I keep a blog. Three, actually: one is Spanish, one in English and one (in English) about the restaurants we liked in our travels. My friends enjoy my posts and encourage me to keep writing.
But when I compare my posts with other travellers, couchsurfers and backpackers, I feel they’re rather mundane; there’s nothing exotic in them and I feel I’m in a lesser league. I submitted one of my posts to a weekly competition and it didn’t even pass the first round. I lost to posts about things like teaching orphaned elephants to read and write in the jungles of Gobi. OK, that’s not true or even possible but that’s the idea. I don’t go to exotic places, I’ve never met Buddhist monks or tamed a tiger, but that’s OK because that’s not who I am.
I’m not a traveller, I’m a tourist (although I try to mingle with the locals as much as I can). What’s the difference, anyway?
I don’t couchsurf because I’m too shy and too squeamish to sleep in a stranger’s bed (and use their bathroom). Is that a bad thing? I don’t go backpacking for pretty much the same reasons. But I don’t need luxury and 1000 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets: a clean (private) bog is enough for me.
We travel quite a lot because of my hubby’s job and we tend to stay in the same city for a few months at a time. I go out and “explore” whichever city we’re in and then we do fun things together at the weekends, but that’s about it. It’s not exactly watching the sun rise over Mt. Kilimanjaro!
Anyway, unless his next destination is some remote island in the South Pacific, I’ll keep enjoying other people’s adventures and blogging from less adventure-laden places like, oh, Dallas, Toronto or Buenos Aires.