Because no one only wants to hear the “best of” stories. So come, and revel in my 2017 travel fails.
The Pink Vomit Incident
i travel a lot for my job, and often, if I need to be in another state for a meeting or a conference on a Monday or a Friday, I will tie in a weekend trip to the city. My husband is a huge lover of all things vino, so when I had to head out to South Australia, he came with me. The world class Barossa Valley is near to the South Australian capitol of Adelaide, so we planned to rent a car and head out for the weekend.
When you have kids in child care, you are used to them getting sick all the time. Jake is pretty good. Once a month or so, he gets sick, gets a bit of a fever, and then 24 hours later recovers just fine. So I assumed this time would be no different. The day before we left for Adelaide, Jake had been vomiting but had no fever, but the day we were leaving he seemed fine. In fact, he was just fine the entire first and second day of our visit.
We had a lovely time in the Barossa (where I couldn’t actually drink due to being pregnant with Mr. Z), and on the drive back to the city we stopped for breakfast. Jake was having a strawberry milk obsession at the time, so he had one of those while Simon and I enjoyed our coffees. Well I suppose from the sub title that you can figure out what happened next. We were literally five minutes away from our hotel back in the city when Jake suddenly projectile vomited all over the back seat of the car. Despite our (Simon’s) best clean up efforts, the car stunk of vomit. Given that I was pregnant, nauseous, and with a heightened sense of smell at the time… well… it wasn’t enjoyable.
We Failed at Mendoza
As I mentioned before, I married a huge wine lover. So of course, when I was planning our trip through Argentina he made sure that Mendoza was on the itinerary. Really, the only thing we wanted to do in Mendoza was drink some wine so I broke 6 night in each location rule and only booked us for 3 nights and two days. The first day of our stay in Mendoza was devoted to finding out feet and sorting out a rental car. The second day was for wine. Except that despite our very best efforts, there was no wine to be had.
You can read about our Mendoza fail here.
Getting Sick in Bariloche
After Mendoza we flew out to our first stop in Patagonia – Bariloche. Bariloche is in the Argentinian lakes district and I havn’t posted about it yet, but I will soon. Its a beautiful place full of lakes, mountains, alpine flowers, hiking trails, and chocolate shops. We couldn’t wait to explore the region until we all got struck down with a mysterious ailment. Jake and Simon both had a stronger version of whatever it was, with fevers, vomiting and worse. As soon as they were recovering, I was struck down. Luckily my version of it was less violent and more just fevers and severe body aches.
What made being sick in Bariloche worse was actually where we were staying. We were in a little AirBnB cabin in the woods, which when we first arrived, we fell in love with. It was a tiny little place which our host had built by hand. It was half way up a mountain and surrounded by forest. But once we were sick, our hot little, very poorly ventilated cabin in the woods lost its charm. When you are nauseous and ill and you just want some comfort food, a walk up and down a mountain is not appealing (not at all).
We recovered and thanks to my 6 night rule, we still had plenty of time to explore the region. But after getting sick and being stuck in a tiny cabin for 48 hours, Bariloche did lose a little bit of it’s charm I must admit.
Bed bugs, and more bed bugs
I must be really delicious. I have had more than a few run ins with bed bugs in my time. I am actually a really good person to travel with because even if I share a bed with someone, the bugs will generally only bite me (or they bite both of us equally, and it just so happens that my previous travel companions do not have reactions like I do – but then I wouldn’t feel so special so I will stick with the – I am really delicious – narrative).
We are on a 5.5 month trip through South America, so I guess it was bound to happen that we would have a run in with bed bugs. I just didn’t think it would be on the very first day of the trip. You can read more about our first AirBnB horror story here. But it seems I married someone just as tasty as me, as we were both equally devoured.