My blog posts thus far have generally revolved around my globe trotting adventures of luxury travel. Today however, I’m taking a slightly different angle and for this month’s travel link up, I’m sharing with you my travel fears and travel scares. You know, the things you hope won’t happen but sometimes inadvertently do happen.
I’m pretty sure half of the world’s population would list engine failure on their list of travel fears. It’s one of those things you hear about and hope never happens to you. When it does happen and you find yourself midway over the Atlantic, well it’s just as petrifying as the horror films lead you to believe. Dumping fuel in the “hope we make it back to land” aren’t the words of a pilot whose feeling rather confident about landing safely and in one piece. Adding to the drama are the toilets being out of use, no power at the back of the plane and five hours of panicky adults, children and babies. Thankfully I live to tell the tale but after a 5 hour journey to land, followed by a 13 hour wait to board a new plane, followed by another 12 hour flight….you might say you hope never to find yourself in that situation.
Me and spiders have never had the best of friendships. From the age of zero I’ve been pretty petrified of them and its safe to say I probably always will be. Imagine the predicament I found myself in five years ago on a work trip to Buenos Aires. There I was fast asleep, minding my own business when along crawls a spider and injects it’s nasty venom into my little ankle. At the time I was none the wiser THANK GOD but over the course of the next week, my health took a downward spiral. I admit I left it a little late to get checked out. How was I to know that what began as a tiny water filled blister on my ankle would explode into a boil the size of a fried egg filled with a generous dolloping of yellow yolk in the middle?!
I’ve spared you the graphic pictures as I don’t want to put you off reading my blog ever again 🙂 . It took me four months to fully recover including a month off work in the aftermath because I couldn’t walk. It then took a further three months for my skin to re-heal and countless appointments at The London School of Tropical Diseases. I am fully aware of lucky I am as the ending could have been very different. What I will say is this – if you ever receive a bite while you’re abroad, don’t stop yourself from getting checked out because you think you’re being dramatic. I didn’t want to make a fuss which is why it took me so long to get to the hospital. This is ridiculous in hindsight as I was in absolute agony by the end. In case you were wondering, I haven’t returned to Buenos Aires since.