Read about these travel experiences. Then answer the questions at the bottom
Bad Travel Experiences…
Watch where you step (and sleep).
Gina of Jet Set and Forget had a rather unforgettable Sahara experience.
When you look at social media feeds of people who visit the Sahara Desert you see beautiful images of sand dunes, camels, and sunsets. This was not even close to what we experienced on our Moroccan desert tour.
There were a multitude of things that went wrong, but there was one particularly “crappy” situation we had to deal with.
We paid for a tour that (supposedly) provided a proper bathroom, but upon arrival, we were told that in order to use the bathroom you had to dig a hole in the sand. We were then advised to look for pieces of toilet paper sticking out of the sand to avoid using the same “toilet” as another guest; oddly, we were also not told to bring any toilet paper and you can imagine how that became a problem.
This may upset most people, but this was not even the worst situation. Not only was the campground covered in poorly buried human excrement but it was also covered in CAMEL feces. It was too hot to sleep inside of the tents so you were forced to sleep on top of the feces and it was EVERYWHERE.
With all the feces surrounding us and no place to wash our hands, we can only assume the guides also prepared our dinner with their filthy hands covered in feces as well, which opens Pandora’s box on getting people severely sick.
Needless to say, we will NOT be returning to the Sahara Desert any time soon!
A dumb mistake I’ll never make again.
Talek of Travels with Talek, tells us about the dangers of fruit hygiene.
We were at the bus stop in the beautiful city of Dubrovnik on Croatia’s Adriatic coast just outside the Old City. The bus was leaving for Split in about 10 minutes; I was starving.
I looked around for one of those little convenience stores you usually find around transportation hubs but the only thing I found was a fruit stand that featured a big, beautiful peach nestled amongst a fruit display, so I bought it. It needed washing but I figured by the time I used sign language to communicate “wash fruit to the Croatian clerk I might miss my bus so I boarded with my peach and proceeded to devour it. It was pretty good.
When I got off in Split I started to vomit, but it was the type of projectile vomiting that resembled Linda Blair in the Exorcist; great exhausting heaves accompanied by gags and then a fire hose of bile.
We had to park ourselves in a hotel and wait it out. I saw very little of Split but became very familiar with the lavatory in our BandB.
We do learn from our mistakes. I am living proof. I will now wash fruit to the point of obsession before I eat it.
Lock all your doors and windows.
Nate from Travel Lemming had to deal with a burglary.
I’ve been to almost 60 countries, and I usually find the good even in places that others don’t enjoy. But, to be honest, Belize just didn’t sit very well with me.
Setting aside the heat, the mosquitoes, and the fact that the “beaches” largely consist of sharp rocks, a thief broke into my rental apartment in the middle of the night while we were sleeping and stole my friend’s phone.
My friend was more than a little agitated by the loss. To make matters worse, the local police station was entirely indifferent to our plight – insisting that we had to go to another island two hours away just to file a report. So my friend made it his mission, with the help of a couple of friendly and amazing local women and some CCTV footage, to track down the thief. I thought it was a lost cause but he insisted that it was a small island and that the thief had to be somewhere.
Incredibly, he was right and ultimately recovered the phone! So, while the story has a happy ending, it definitely punctuated a very rocky time in Belize for me. With that said, I know many others loved Belize and so I may well give it a second chance.
- Which is the worst experience?
- How can you compare one of these experiences with one of yours?