Category: Travel Feels

What happens when your dream destination turns sour?

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What happens when your dream destination turns sour?

You’ve saved up hard for your trip. You’ve longed to visit this place which you’ve seen only on postcards, in books and on the tv. You are ready and waiting for all your expectations to be met and so much more. You excitedly pack, you read your battered guide book from cover to cover and shout from the social media rooftops that you are FINALLY off to the destination of your dreams.

Except it’s not.

You arrive, and suddenly everything feels flat. That first breath in your dream destination is a little sour and the vibrant pictures in your imagination are suddenly replaced with faded, scratchy memories which make your heart hurt with disappointment.

But what do you actually do about it?

This has, sadly happened to me twice in two very different locations. Here’s my story, and how I overcame the crushing disappointment when my dreams weren’t realised.

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What travel means to me

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What travel means to me

Since I was a small child I have been endlessly curious about the world around me. I was always that kid with my nose in books, excited to find out more about all the things and places I knew nothing about. I had a big book full of the Kings and Queens of England and Scotland and I devoured it several times, page after page, memorising each story and desperately wanting to visit all the castles and places mentioned inside.

I grew up on a diet of caravan holidays on the South Coast, along the Dorset seaside clambering around cliff tops and creating castles of my own in the sand, but I wanted more. My Uncle was a traveller, and every time he sent me a doll in national dress from his current location (my favourite was the flamenco dancer from Spain), I wanted to know more about these places that seemed so far away to me. If the internet had existed then, I know I would have been furiously googling, my eyes taking in every last drop of information I could find.

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Why I’m afraid to travel alone

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Why I’m afraid to travel alone

I’m not entirely sure when it happened to me. I’d never had an issue doing things alone, whether that was building forts as a kid, joining after school clubs or walking into the university bar in my first week. I’ve always been fairly confident, but as I’ve got older I’ve shied away from solo activity.

When I’ve had to stay somewhere for work alone I’ve grabbed an M&S meal deal and eaten it from my bed. When I’ve been attending a party I’ve always followed after my friends instead of striding in first. I deplore networking events. And I hate being the first to arrive at a meeting in a cafe. The one public solo activity I’ve indulged in happily has been trips to the cinema where it is dark and I’m not expected to make small talk with strangers.

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5 places I’m desperate to travel to again

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5 places I’m desperate to travel to again

As someone that has a travel list as long as about five of my arms (side note: I have two arms, but I’m making a point, ok?), visiting somewhere twice just seems like a waste of my travel dollars and holiday allowance. I’ve already been to Mexico twice and Paphos in Cyprus three times, but that has been more by accident than any sort of forward planning on my part.

But when you are just dipping in and out of places for a short amount of time, how much do you actually get to see? And, as I’ve grown older, what I’m interesting in seeing as changed – so revisiting some of my favourite destinations for a second time seems sensible.

So I’ve dived back into my holiday archives and came up with my list of places to travel to twice – I’m firmly adding all five of these to my future travel plans. I’d love to know if you’d like to visit these or where you want to visit again!

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Why I’ll always be a caravan girl at heart

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Why I’ll always be a caravan girl at heart

I want to tell you a story. A story of growing up and seeing the school holidays stretched out before me. A story of UK beaches and fairgrounds and Punch and Judy and fish and chips and bacon sizzling on a makeshift gas stove. Of hammocks, of rainy days and brilliant board games. Of sea life centres and boats and awnings and tents.

I want to tell you a story about caravan holidays, and why I’ll always be a caravan girl at heart.

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