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My Traveler Fatigue::Backpacker By Creation, Not By Nature

April 26, 2007

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OK , so I left Chile on Saturday and I´ve been on my own since then and let me just say I am going out of my mind on my own. My friend I met in Chile that I convinced to meet me here just arrived a couple of hours ago and I am completely psyched. I have decided this week that I am too damn social to travel alone for months at a time.

Don´t get me wrong, traveling by yourself is quite wonderful for alot reasons but mainly because there is no compromise, ever. You do what you want, when you want, how you want, if you want. There´s no making suggestions and no attempting to find middle ground. You hate parks and walking around but love to shop? DO IT! You love sitting on the beach all day while you watch yourself turn colors and could care less about sight seeing? DO IT!

You make all the decisions, all the time. That is the glory and the horror of traveling alone. There is no one to help figure out where the hell you will stay next, no one to suggest another way for you clean your underwear in the sink, and no one else to eat dinners with. Sure you are constantly meeting other people who are traveling alone, but sometimes a friendship is forced more out of necessity than the fact that you really like them and frankly I´d rather be alone than hang out with people I despise. Most of the time anyway.

To people at home I´ve been “alone” the whole time, though in truth you are never truly “alone” because there are always tons of people to meet. Since you are constantly meeting people you are not technically “alone”, but rather hanging out with virtual strangers all the time. Which is FANTASTIC!! ….at first. However, it gets old not having any roots, and hanging out with virtual strangers all the time can put one on the right on the cusp of loneliness so that when you are truly alone…you are alonealone. I have a theory that it´s easier for men than women to do the single travel thing for a few reasons:

1. They aren´t constantly worried about the safety of numbers. They worry about getting robbed, but they don´t worry about getting snatched, raped, and left for dead the same way women do.

2. They don´t tend to have as close intimate relationships with platonic friends in their “real lives” anyway so meeting new people and having these weird shallow travel friendships isn´t such a change for them.

3. Men tend to be way less picky than women so they can be happier in much shabbier accommodations.

Which brings us to my next point. I´m sick of this traveling/backpacker/budget hotel/Guesthouse shitty accommodations thing. I am ready to now accept that I am just used to certain creature comforts and I go a little nuts without having them. I like showers where you can control the temperature, houses where you can control the temperature, having a place to hang your shit up, unquestionably clean sheets and towels, and not having to carry all of your shower things down the hall in a Ziploc bag. Give me the Hilton! Where is the Crowne Plaza! Point me to the Ritz Carlton! Donde esta La Sofitel? When I travel I want fluffy beds that SMELL CLEAN (I mean damn you could at least fool me), an attached bathroom that gets cleaned everyday, a television with CNN and BBC so that I can know whats going on in the world in English, and a concierge to tell me where the hell to go to get a good meal and what the hell things like “acardeje” are. I need conveniences! I need comfort! I am backpacker by invention, but not by nature.

I´m tired of sleeping on itchiness. I´m tired of every place I stay in smelling like piss and mold. I tired of feeling run down because I´ve been out of allergy medicine for a month and none of the pharmacies seem to know what the hell pseudophedrine is. I´m tired of freezing. I´m tired of sweating. I´m tired of frightening bathroom situations. I am tired of always feeling half clean. I ´m tired of living with strangers. I´m tired of one shitty European after another. Frankly, I´m just tired.


Is She Still Blogging?

April 13, 2007

My commitment to blogging has faded a bit in the midst of my travels. Apparently blogging is a larger chore than I am able to handle.   In my defense there are a couple of post that I thought had posted but I found saved in my blog waiting for me to hit “publish”.  Opps. Yes I am still alive. Yes I am in still in Santiago Chile. Now why didn’t I try to bring a laptop with me?


Was it over before it began?

September 6, 2006

I have barely begun blogging and I already struggle with finding the time. Between 2 jobs, filling out my AMCAS application and more mundane activities such as laundry, eating, sleeping, breathing, etc……I have had very little time to get back to my blog I just started.

So in response to about all 3 of you who actually read this damn thing…….I haven’t quit. I just need to devote my free time to getting this med school application in.

I haven’t gone anywhere, just sit tight and give a sista a couple of days.


Giving Myspace The Finger

August 5, 2006

Ok, now I admit it. For three weeks I was a myspace stalker. I was out of work at the time, so I literally spent hours of my day for a couple of weeks looking up every person I ever met in life on Then a funny thing began to happen, I began to check in on people I hadn’t spoken to in years…….old childhood friends, ex-boyfriends, old neighbors, roommates, etc. As I started to fill my boring days reading the myspace pages of people I knew and those that I had never met, I began to have a more profound understanding of how small the world really is. I went from someone who was like “myspace what?”, to someone who was looking up people I hadn’t spoken to since the 80s on a regular basis. Every time I would meet someone new, I would run home and look them up on myspace. I would wake up and leave my bed if I thought of someone new to look up. Then I began to become obsessed with the myspace friends list. After stumbling across a few friends that I had no idea knew each other through the friends list, I became fascinated with this whole six degrees of separation philosophy, which in the land of myspace seems to only be 3-4 degrees of separation. After I started making a little mental map of all these connections, I freaked…because I realized that I was indeed a MySpace stalker.

Eventually, after a couple of weeks I was able to put the crack of myspace down, and I’ve been pretty much cold turkey every since. However, in those few weeks, I learned a lot about people that I was probably never even supposed to know. Myspace is a huge interpersonal Rubik’s cube. It is not the individual squares that tell the story, but once arranged in the proper perspective….it’s the entire cube that gives away the tale.

I vacillated about whether or not to create my own page. I understand the pull of myspace, it’s the equivalent of having your very own shop window on Park Avenue where you get to display yourself and your thoughts however you choose for all the world to see. But the problem with being so public…. is that it’s so public. I’m hesitant to give people (those I know and those I don’t) the opportunity to sneak intimate peaks at my life. I have already done my time with stalkers, and there are some people to whom I need to remain lost forever and plastering myself all over myspace didn’t seem like a good way to ensure that. While I was pondering the construction of my own page, I had to sign up for one eventually just to read the blogs of others, but nothing except my zip code and where I did my education was on there. …. And low and behold, a couple weeks later I was “found”. Mind you it was by someone I was glad to be found by, a friend from college that I had lost touch with during the hustle and confusion I call the past couple years of my life. But still. I was found. Too freaky for me.

After finally deciding that I am still too much of a scaredy-cat to create a myspace page (yet, anyway), I was still attracted to the whole concept of myspace. I liked the idea of having a space where I can rant and rave as I please about whatever I please. So here I am, a newbie in the blogosphere of land owners.