Earlier this week I wrote about our travel bests. But of course, for every positive experience there is always a negative one. We hope you enjoy our travel “worsts”. 🙂
Worst domestic travel moment in 2013
This has got to be our trip to Adelaide. I was almost 8 months pregnant at the time, and spent almost every moment vomiting. We even had to spend a night in the emergency room while they pumped fluids and anti-nauseates into me. Every time we went out to eat, I would spend the next hour or two vomiting it back up.
We were there to celebrate New Years with friends. Of course, I had non-alcoholic wine. It was pretty much a really sweet carbonated juice. After a night of celebrations we went to bed and I put the cork loosely into the bottle. The next morning I decided to have some more sweet juice with my breakfast. I poured myself a glass and took a huge drink. It was after I swallowed that I noticed that the entire bottle had filled with tiny drowned ants. I spent more time vomiting after that, but this time it wasn’t because of the pregnancy.
Worst international travel moment in 2013
Our worst international travel moment in 2013 was in New Caledonia. We arrived basically knowing nothing. I had tried to organize what I could before we arrived, but had found it almost impossible. I couldn’t find any hotels (in our price range) with online booking – they only had phone numbers. So obviously I hadn’t booked any accommodation. I had emailed a few hotels who had posted their email addresses only to find out that they were all fully booked for months in advance.
When we arrived in the country I went to the tourism information office. The woman didn’t speak English and told me that there were no hotels available. Very helpful. We managed to rent a car (there was only one left at the airport) and ended up driving around Noumea in the dark with only a vague map looking for a hotel. We actually lucked out and found a decent one, but it was a pretty stressful few hours as we contemplated having to spend the night sleeping in the car with a baby.
Worst travel food experience in 2013
I wouldn’t say that the food was bad, but Cyprus was certainly the most frustrating food experience for me. We went to Cyprus SO EXCITED for the food. We had read so much about the amazing food on offer and couldn’t wait to eat Halloumi every day. When we arrived we were shocked. Very few of the restaurants we found actually served anything local. They all catered to the standard British tourist, and only offered burgers, pizzas, sandwiches and English breakfasts. Where was the halloumi!?!?! One evening we walked to every restaurant that we could find to survey the menu. Nothing local…. no where.
The other frustrating aspect was just the process of trying to find anything that was open. I’m not sure when the people in Cyprus eat their meals, but we were hard pressed to find ANYTHING open for lunch. The towns were like ghost towns between the hours of 11 and 2, and when I am hungry, I get grumpy. Very grumpy.
Worst family travel moment in 2013
We haven’t had too many bad times while traveling with Jacob, but there is one thing that has been so so so SO frustrating.
Soy baby formula.
Jacob is allergic to milk products. Very allergic. If he eats milk products he gets all bloated, breaks out into a rash, and screams and screams and screams. When he is on a lactose free diet he is pretty much the happiest kid in the world.
But you wouldn’t believe how difficult it is to find soy baby formula.
We couldn’t find it in Cyprus. We couldn’t find it in Belgium. We couldn’t find it in Greece.
I knew that this was going to be difficult, so we stocked up in London and packed as much as we could. But considering that he drinks a tub of formula powder in a week, Ryan Air luggage restrictions, and the fact that we were traveling for 8 weeks after leaving the UK…. well you can imagine. We were only able to squeeze three of the jumbo tubs into our luggage. We are currently trying to make it last by feeding him half formula and half adult soy milk…. but even that isn’t quite cutting it. Unless things turn around in the Balkans, Jacob might have to make do without formula for a week or two.