I was born a traveler. I was diagnosed much later, so my parents haven’t had a clue that it was already in my veins and there is no cure for it. More than 60 countries on four continents (never been to Australia), a serious number of islands, variety of transportation, more than 300 flights…Never tired to pack and go. If someone calls me right now: “Tanya, in five minutes you should be ready, heading to the airport and leaving to New Zealand (for instance)” I’ll be ready in three minutes, including a cab, booked to the airport.
I cannot call it hobby, as the hobby is something you need just to fill up your spare time, when in a mood to. I am beyond the hobby point. To me traveling the world is an addiction, I was born with. It’s a passion, which brought to me plenty of joy, emotions, knowledge and adrenalin I cannot live without. Some people are addicted to alcohol, some to drugs, some become gamblers, other – collectors. I am an addicted traveler, who can’t survive without exploring new countries, cultures, traditions, rituals and habits. I am an addicted observer, who needs to jump on a plane, if not each month then at least once a two months ( or twice a month as happened). My family can’t understand my passion (except my older son Alex), but they are kind of tolerant to my “craziness”.
I can’t remember when exactly I realised my travel addiction. It must have been long ago, during my childish trips or better to call them escapes. My memory is clearing up about the time I was 3-4 year old and got lost for first time. It was an amazing adventure, while was exploring the Black Sea beach, hiding from my dad. Poor dad, our first vacation together, just two of us and I disappeared from that beach with no trace. He felt himself lucky, after finding me in about three hours crazy search at the backyard of a local couple’s house, eating boiled corn, looking innocent with big shiny eyes, totally proud of my heroism to reach that house. Honestly, I can’t remember a minute from this adventure, but my father still keeps recalling it, by making me feel guilty for my disobedient unruly character.
I have always been independent, courageous and adventurous, which did not help much my parents. My curiosity to discover, explore and learn never fades. The books of pirates and red indians, I read during my teenage, lit up that spirit and pushed me to go ahead and search for all those amazing seas, islands and folks from the book stories.
To achieve all travel goals, I needed to change different transports and to be very flexible with the choices I made. So, the airplane was the most conventional, compared with the train in Egypt, camel in Tunisia, elephant in Sri Lanka, jet ski in Barbados, yacht between the Greek islands, motorcycle in Rwanda, Venetian condole in Qatar, paddle board in Bali, bungee in Germany and Vespa motobike in Italy. I collected unbelievable memories, some of them pretty much looking like fairytales. But they were never enough. The journey just begins and I’ll be your restless guide.
Apart of all above, there are
Symptoms, to diagnose an addicted traveler:
- The cabin crew greets you by name before even look at your ticket
- The only reason for still working is to earn enough money for your next trip
- You have more friends abroad than in the country you permanently live in
- The next journey is already planned before your current one is over
- While you are abroad the tourists ask you about the direction and you reply automatically
- You have more miles in the air than by car
- When you sit behind your desk you try to fasten the seat belt
- You are an expert of currency rates and keep different ones just in case
- Your suitcase could be packed in five minutes
- At home in the bathroom, you set hands under the tap and wait for the water to start running
- Your bucket list is full mostly of destinations
- It’s hard to fall asleep with no airplane engine noise
- The thought to stay at home during the weekend makes you panic
- And finally your suitcase is never completely unpacked
That’s almost me, except the sleeping on the plane point. I can’t sleep on plane, even on long flights.
Do you have the same symptoms, described above?