Summer’s finally/ almost/ nearly/ just about/ over, and it’s time to travel again. That’s one thing I’ve learned during my years on this planet: never travel in the summer. Actually, I’ve learned a lot of things travelling, and, cuz I’m a good guy, I’m going to pass some of them along.
The people at airport security have had their sense of humour surgically removed.
When someone with an accent says “No problem!” there already is one.
If you travel far enough, often enough, you will eventually run into a restaurant that serves mystery meat.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, “For the love of Jesus, people! Venice is full. One more busload of tourists and they’re going to change the name to Atlantis.”
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, “Heathrow Airport was designed by Rhesus monkeys.”
Think about it. If you can survive a month in Europe living out of one suitcase, what the hell are you doing with all that crap cluttering up your closet?
Advertised discount airline prices are like unicorns: everybody’s heard of them, but they don’t actually exist.
If you do it right, culture shock happens both ways.
The natural habitat of the traveller is sitting behind an adult beverage. The natural habitat of the tourist is standing in line.
Nobody “wins” a vacation. Slow down!
Nothing – NOTHING – looks like the website.
Unless you’re a professional photographer, nobody back home is going to give a damn about all the cool pictures you took.
Packing for any trip involves two things, 1) you’re going to forget something essential and 2) you’re going to bring something totally useless. Oh, well!
Never get too attached to your luggage.
Speaking louder does not instantly make strangers bilingual.
Unless you’re trekking the Sahara, it’s going to rain. Get used to it!
If you travel from North America to anywhere else in the world (including the Antarctic) you’re going to be held responsible for Donald Trump. Get used to it!
And finally:
It doesn’t matter where you go or what you do — you’re going to need more money.
Happy Trails!
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PS – To all my faithful readers: I’m planning to publish a collection of some of my blogs, and I need a few good people to write wonderful things about me for the back cover. Any volunteers?
Email me at wdfyfe@shaw.ca
Thanks!
WD Fyfe 
It is all about the money to be spended.
Yes you are right.
It is better to travel light.
Kind regards,
WD at his best again 😀 P.S. do I spot a bottle of Cretan wine ?
I believe it is … and the magnifying glass is placed over Greece. Some day!
You’ve learned some wise things, and it should please you to know that I can fit my entire seasonal wardrobe in one suitcase and one carry-on.
So I’m quite behind catching up on my reading, and even worse on my writing, but do you still need kind words?
One suitcase is the only way to travel. Yes, I definitely need kind words. Something to quote on the back cover. A couple of sentences would do nicely.
Okay, I’ll work on a couple lines and email them to ya.
Thanks
Today, in North Holland, inside a coin-operated dispenser, I discovered a rolled mystery meat snack called a frikandel. I can’t believe I friken ate it!
I don’t travel. I don’t want to ever have to travel more than 3 hours in a car, no planes, no trains. I’ll just stay at home and read alla bout it in everyones elses blog.
Doesn’t matter what you write about – there are always little gems of happiness and laughter scattered within.
p.S If I could string a few words together sensibly I would – but at the moment lack of sleep is make a brain disconnect. You can always feel free to take any relevant comments I have eft on any of your posts – but as I am usually a one-word wonder that propbabl wont help. How about: everything WD has ever written in BlogLand I have enjoyed 🙂
Thanks so much. Get some sleep. Rumour has it that two-headed Tasmanians need more sleep than the rest of us. cheers.
Tis is true – with 2 heads there is twice as much angst to pacify each night 🙂