What is it that no one tells you about quitting your job and travelling the world?
How about this:
- Thailand - In Ko Pha Ngan I was beaten up by Thai taxi drivers
- Thailand - In Bangkok I had my digital camera pick-pocketed in a club 6 hours after buying it
- Venezuela - In Caracas I was held at gunpoint in a van by police officers Deepak Shukla’s answer to Hypothetical Scenarios: If you were ever held at gunpoint, what would you say to the gunman? - see here
- Venezuela - In Caracas I stayed in a brothel first night as it was the only place still open ‘for customers’
- Kosovo - In Prishtina I was extorted by a cab driver as he took me to the only hostel open at 11pm at night. This was after being smuggled across the border from Serbia. I was alone. I was just 18.
- India - In Goa a man that befriended me in a resort then stole my camera and all my money when I went to buy a bus ticket to Poona. When I got back to the hotel he had fled
- India - In Delhi I paid off a police officer $150 USD after he detained me when he realised I was English and saw £££ sign’s
- Brazil -In Rio I tried to withdraw £300 x 2 from the ATM. I never received the money but the bank ‘registered the transaction’
- Bolivia - The Border - I tried to bribe a border official with $20 USD to let me cross the border with my out of date visa. My Swiss friend and I were removed from the bus we were on, had passports taken away and were locked in a room. That’s when it at all started getting hairy. Let’s just say I’m not allowed to go to Bolivia again
- Colombia - In Cartegena a couple and I were held at knife point in exchange for cash. We ran
- Italy - In Turin - I had my backpack with my Macbook Pro, Ipad Air and Kindle stolen whilst I was checking in to go to London. I didn’t get on the plane
- South Africa - In Johannesburg - I missed my connecting flight to Doha because I was having Indian and watching a YouTube documentary. Paid $900 USD for a direct flight to London
- Slovakia - In Bratislava I turned up at a pub drunk with 10 other people form my hostel. I was going to walk in when the 20ish shaven headed caucasian males wearing the same shirts and boots looked at me and smiled quietly. ‘You should not go in’. I did not
- Australia - Somewhere along East Coast: Stopped off in some god forsaken town and missed my ‘out of town bus’. Had to sleep on a bench at a 24 hour petrol station awaiting the next one
- New Zealand - Somewhere on South Island - The camper van we were driving in broke down in some remote village. The locals had never seen a British Indian. They let me know it
- (I could continue). If you want me to write it in the comments
- Prishtina - Kosovo : Being bundled across the border at midnight in an empty coach - I was the ONLY person going from Serbia to Kosovo. Then upon arrival being asked ‘why are you here?’
- Argentina - Buenos Aires: Settling in at the hostel (during the World Cup) only to have a man who’d been attacked come in - and then telling us of his friend who had been hit with a motorbike helmet. Cue us in a taxi driving around all night searching for him
- Barcelona - Spain : Missing my check in for my ‘stow-away’ luggage after flying in just to get a tattoo. Then deciding to go and live in Lausanne instead of Amsterdam as my mate was there. I got on a plane 4 hours later
But would I do it again?
Travel that is…
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