Monday, October 4, 2010

Travel anxiety

This time next week it will be three years since the day I married my best friend and I'll be two sleeps away from heading off to Bali.




We are spending a week with a whole bunch of friends and attending a wedding at a beautiful villa in Seminyak before meeting up with three others who will be joining us for two weeks of adventure and exploration.

The boys talk alot about surfing and I have kindly been told I will be designated photographer... but I have other plans...


I have a feeling that as soon as they witness those waves face to face, and realise they are competing with crowds and locals for barrels, my plans of white water rafting or cooking school may seem quite appealing. I'm sure their other halves will appreciate them returning home with expert culinary skills... as opposed to stories about the wave that got away.

At the risk of becoming a drill sergeant, I have decided not to create an itinerary. The boys can breathe a sigh of relief here. Instead, I am compiling a list of activities, accommodations and sights that appeal to me, and depending on where we are, what the weather is like (what the surf is like) I can wake up in the morning and select the most attractive activity for the day. Some days the activity may be simply to lie on the beach and read a book. Bliss. Other days may be slightly more energetic activities.

It usually will depend on the activities the night before, as we discovered in Thailand. Booking an elephant trek the day before seemed like a great idea, but the next morning, after some buckets the previous night... riding an elephant was hard going.

I just remembered, the title of my blog was Travel Anxiety, which really has nothing to do with the ramblings above. How do I do that?



The travel anxiety dreams have started... turning up to the airport realising I've left my new bikini at home, haven't packed any underwear, or the dress I want to wear to the wedding. Then I wake up (in my dream) and go whew! and proceed to dream the exact same thing again... forgetting other various items. I woke up exhausted! I guess as long as I remember to collect our tickets and find our passports, the rest isn't so important. The other element of travel anxiety is pulling myself away from work for three weeks and delegating tasks for others to take care of for me. I have a book about successful delegation at home on the coffee table. I should probably read it.

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