Travel is in our fears excarvar, dive into our insecurities. From these depths to show the very worst of times each, especially when, thousands of miles from home, seek the same amenities and behave with identical patterns. This is a review of a handful of monumental fights can spoil the best travel.
This morning we have had to get up early in Nairobi. The city is full of needy awakens to wage street search, under the gaze of dozens of marabouts silly perched on the branches of the acacias. Sellers of "scratch", Local lottery, dreams that fuel sold billboards dotting Uhuru Highway with a litany redemptive: “Be a millionare in a scratch”.
We're all on the bus and we have to carry Arusha, the Tanzanian capital of safari. Most pondering the slumbers palizón Road Trip All? Not. Four Spanish refuse to rise for a change last minute hotel. And that his bags are already knotted to the vehicle roof. They want to be guaranteed in writing where they will sleep tonight. Me, course, brings me to heave where staying, but the bus will not leave until you decide to climb. Inevitably, I start to feel for those guys a growing contempt.
After half an hour of shouting and fuss, bullies tourists up the bus finally, where are asaetados by glares from other passengers
The minutes pass and now have endeavored to call African agency with which they have outsourced the trip to the Serengeti for a porter guaranteed the new itinerary. The brand unhappy patiently guide on your mobile phone. Nobody answers. I rescued would add: is that this is Africa, but the truth is that it is very early and today is Sunday. Would be the same in Spain.
The moodiness of passengers we got up early to go when time increases, because the discussion on track to drag on. Murmurs are heard proposing that land let. Then me that the most timid demand. After half an hour of shouting and fuss, bullies tourists up the bus finally, where are asaetados by glares from other passengers. Of course, not been able to talk to anyone from the agency or the desired written guarantee. They apologize, missing more, but for the rest of their presence is unbearable.
Just put one foot in anger erupts Kirawira contained two tourist couples, requiring the clerk to put them on the phone with an official of the agency
We got ground to Serengeti, Park African parks. The constant jiggling SUV has disjointed while all Ribs. Fortunately, the hotel is close. Too bad it has hung the sign and "complete". The unforeseen forces us to move towards the western end of the park, very close to the southern shore of Lake Victoria. That means adding two more hours of hellish track. Not everyone fits well the blow. And that the journey is just wonderful, through landscapes full of wildlife nothing busiest. It gives me good enough to change by hotel. Others do not feel the same.
Just put one foot in the Kirawira contained anger is unleashed two tourist couples, requiring the clerk to put them on the phone with an official of the agency to make such a commitment refund of hotel night. As, the rest of us faces clean of dust with a wet towel and thoroughly, lolling in comfortable leather armchairs, of a cold glass of champagne. Gloria blessed. Quite rightly, telephone line makes the communication. Now launched the assault of the second objective: they change the cabin assigned to them, that does not seem to live up to its lofty status petty. The discussion is increasingly fierce and when they decide to seal a truce, their are cold moist towels and glasses of champagne and juice have warmed. Some while we are giving a dip in the pool with the Serengeti at our feet. They have left the path immense pleasure.
Africans have come to expect and in this field no Westerner can make shadow. At ten p.m., dumb tourists give up and enter the room
But as the universal memo is persevering, the dinner, served under a tent impeccable Victorian furnishings, the unruly soplagaitas continue flying its string of complaints. Your Store, protest, "Is worse than a mountain campsite". No water comes out and require a mirror. Still claim a fax that guarantees money back. At that point, diners, hartos of such bravado, are potential murderers hard wielding the knife while savoring the delicious pork grilled.
Africans have come to expect and in this field no Westerner can make shadow. At ten p.m., dumb tourists give up and enter the room while the others tasted and coffee after a splendid dinner. Some menu items have been completed. They will have to eat the leftovers and, top, cranky. Why it is necessary to leave home?
Complaints jump from table to table. "Hell of food!”. "And for this we have brought here?”. "And what about buffalo meat?”
Again Nairobi. Dinner in the restaurant Carnivore ration is almost obligatory tourist trip organized around that price. The claim, the crocodile meat dishes, avestruz or impala. Miles and miles of skewers swallowed by the legions of tourists. This does seem imperative devote to eat and drink and enjoy the evening scaring off bad vibes. But not that well. Complaints jump from table to table. "Hell of food!”. "And for this we have brought here?”. "And what about buffalo meat?”. Well, at least the buzz complainer will stay in a cabal. What will! Without thinking twice, some do call guide to stun their protests, soon extend, by lifting, shift hotel, a las agotadoras journeys todoterreno… Viewing the poor anguished grimace local guide, makes you want to affix on the face plate skewers.
I do not understand people traveling to perpetuate their routines. I face any trip as an excuse to mark distances daily habits. Moving into the unknown requires the ability to adapt to the road. A wild attitude can ruin the most dreamed of travel. I prefer to keep the reaction of a group of Australians as soon as they land in the Tibetan town of Tingri, one of the biggest holes where I ended up in my travels. They came after a long day broken-backed from Rongbuk, jokes with little desire and dreaming of a hot shower. The charge room teaches the most miserable, just a grimy bunks. Have to shower with buckets and needs are made in a stinking hole. The situation was a book to start swearing in Aramaic, but the guys started heartily descojonarse infected by their common frustration. Half an hour later, briskly were enjoying a few beers in the hotel bar. The hot shower finally arrive next day a few miles of desolate Tingri, but they did not know, and not even care much.
