I’m so excited to co-host this Friday’s bloghop link-up with We Took the Road Less Traveled! This week’s theme is “3 irrational fears.” Honestly, I can probably come up with a dozen irrational fears that will make me sound totally crazy. But definitely a couple are at the forefront of my mind these days.
As some of you may have gathered from my last post, we are going to Southeast Asia next! I’m SO excited about it because it seems like we’ve been talking about it for foreveeerr (it was originally supposed to be our first travel destination). But I have a confession: I’m really nervous about it too. Southeast Asia has some of the things that I fear the most.
So to keep with the travel theme, here are 2 fears relating to my upcoming travels, and 1 general travel anxiety:
1. Falling into a Squat Toilet
I’m absolutely terrified of those things. Honestly, whenever someone talks about their trip to Southeast Asia and all the amazing stuff they did, I just want to go like “Yeah, that’s great and all… but what I really care to know is: HOW ARE THE BATHROOMS?!?”
My worst fear is that I’ll eat some food that won’t settle well with my stomach (you know how much I love street food), and then I’ll be stuck on a 10 hour bus/train ride with nothing but a dirty squat toilet.
Seriously, I’m not even scared of getting food poisoning (I’ll survive it), but rather of it happening at an inconvenient time and having to use disgusting public toilets.
This fear comes from childhood trips to China to see family, which always included visiting a lot of really gorgeous attractions. But unfortunately, this also means a lot of… really nasty public restrooms. Especially in overcrowded touristy places. How is it possible that it seems as if every single visitor before you had explosive diarrhea and then didn’t flush?! Okay… I’ll stop creating visuals, but more often than not, one sight (or sniff) of it and my entire excrement system will shrivel up in fear. And then I would do things like not drink a single drop of water for the rest of the day, even though it’s 100 degrees out, because I don’t want to have to go.
I know Southeast Asia is getting more and more modernized so I’m hoping this won’t really be a problem. And D has a point when he says that I can’t avoid an entire region just because of my issue with bathrooms. I’m thinking I will just need to stay within dashing distance to my apartment.
So please tell me your experiences in that part of the world!
Okay, that’s enough. This is more than anyone ever need to read on this subject.
I’m not that much of a girly-girl that I’m scared of all bugs. It’s actually just specifically cockroaches (even dead ones). Actually, I can’t even look at a picture of one. I was about to type that cockroaches are the scum of the earth, but decided to google it just in case they’re actually important (and they are, apparently), and I almost died just now from the pictures that popped up.
There’s just something about them that disgusts every fiber of my being. Even thinking about the crunching sound of their shell when you smash them gives me chills. I just. can’t. do. it. Anyway, I know Southeast Asia has a lot of those. Huge, fat ones too. And maybe ones that fly as well.
Logically, I know I shouldn’t be scared because they’re little and I’m big. And they’re not even poisonous. Even if one runs over my foot… so what? It won’t hurt me. But I know if it actually happened, I’d go into hysterics. If I know a cockroach has been sighted inside the apartment, I cannot sleep easy until the bastard’s been found and killed (not by me of course. I already told D he has the new job of cockroach-killer in SEA.)
You guys, roaches can CRAWL INSIDE YOUR EAR WHILE SLEEPING and get stuck. D said we’d better sleep with ear plugs. Yikes.
And NO, that cockroach in Wall-E is not freaking cute.
3. Forgetting things
This one is seriously anti-climatic after the first two, but I honestly can’t think of another crippling fear. So this one is a general travel anxiety.
I’m becoming a pro at living out of a carry-on and unpacking/repacking every few days. But everytime I zip my bag shut and step out the door for the final time, I’m always hit with the worry that I left something. I’ll double check my bag but really it doesn’t matter since I already closed the door behind me.
I’ve been known to leave my purse, phone, etc. behind at restaurants or movie theaters before, so I wouldn’t really put it past myself. But really, all we need is our passport, phone/laptop, wallet, and the USB of pictures, right? And of course, my most valuable possession – my 21 year old teddy bear that travels with me. :)
What are some of your irrational fears? Please share so I’m not alone! And also, please tell good news about Southeast Asia!
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