I read two fascinating posts last week on yTravel Blog and Wandering Earl about instincts and travel. I don’t have anything quite as dramatic as those stories, but it did make me think about some experiences in my past.
A few years ago I was supposed to go away for a week on a work trip, just a domestic trip. I was annoyed about some small details:
It was designed as an intro course for support staff; I was the subject matter expert with a degree and experience in the area, yet it was compulsory for me to attend.
Our meal allowance didn’t cover the cost of the meals at the hotel they were putting us up in (eg the amount for dinner didn’t even cover the cheapest dinner), and the hotel they put us up in wasn’t near any supermarkets where you could hack some kind of hotel-room-friendly meal together (or buy a sandwich).
It made me really negative and anxious about going, for the waste of time and money on so many levels. I was really stressed & crying a day or two before and guess what – one of my bouts of recurring tonsillitis kicked up. Yep. I knew I wasn’t going to go. I must have known I was getting sick (or the stress lowered my immune system and let its favourite bug in to the party – who knows which was the cause and which was the effect).
Applying Your Instincts To Travel
I was living just outside of London during the 2005 bombings, but thankfully when it happened I had just been on a big trip so I was at home sleeping it off. Still the traveller’s instinct kicked up – the first time I went back into the parts of London where it happened I felt so anxious & didn’t want to travel on buses. That, however, was clearly a case of paranoia. I didn’t feel unsafe. I felt worried about what had happened, and didn’t have a sense of anything going to happen.
You can talk about instinct on so many levels. For me, it’s about small things not adding up.
Have you ever had a case of listening to traveler’s instinct? How do you view instinct?