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Traveler Revival in Cuba

I’ll admit it… I can be a jaded traveler. While everyone is oo-ing and ah-ing at some big sight or monument, I am sometimes the one standing in the back comparing it to something I saw before, that in my mind was better.

I don’t  think jadedness is always a bad thing. I wouldn’t trade the great beauty I’ve seen or the life changing travel experiences I’ve had for a lack of it. And it’s been through my motley up and down experiences that I’ve been able to find a remedy for jadedness and reserves of creativity in reveling in the subtle, simple aspects of destinations.

But still, I love it when jadedness doesn’t even factor in to my travels; when I feel childlike, or in awe of a place, or like I don’t know what I am doing. If Mexico City’s surprising warmth and charm began to melt away some of my travel jadedness, Cuba took an ice pick and hacked away at it.

Jadedness can sometimes be the result of a life that is being attempted to be fully lived, and I can see the positive side to that, but I know there are downsides. Jadedness can prematurely make you think you know when in reality, you’ve only just begun to peek into the vast unknown. So eventually you go to a place that breaks your ideas into little pieces and when you try to put them back together, some pieces are missing and the rest just don’t fit like they used to. Welcome to Cuba.

Off to a Good Start in Mexico

At 4:15 am, the airport shuttle finally arrived 30 minutes after it was supposed to. The driver was angry because in the dark, he could not see the number on my place and had been roaming up and down the street. I smiled and nodded which obviously annoyed him more. Yes, we were both up at a ridiculous hour and he was as tired as I was, but understandably, he didn´t have heaps of excitement to negate it.

I love the ride to the airport when you have to let go of everything you think you should have done. No matter what you might have forgotten to do, there’s no turning back. You have not choice but to let it all go and submit to your journey.

After a flight full of large and loving Mexican families, teenage post graduation beach partiers, and ¨romantic¨ vacationers hopelessly attached to their individual laptops, Mexico City finally appeared. Sprawling, smoggy and crowded, from above, I could see that it oozed hyper-citiness. Viewing the large expanse below me, I was actually excited to see what I would discover in it.

An overpriced authorized taxi took me from the airport to my hostel which was located on a quiet street in the Coyoacàn neighborhood and housed lovely courtyards within. As it is low travel season in Mexico and we were far from the center of the city, there were not many travelers staying at the hostel. But the few I met were immediately friendly. Americans, Mexicans, Scandinavians and an older couple from New Zealand. Conversations were started quickly as people gathered at computers, in the living room, and in the courtyards.

I settled in and took a walk to the Frida Kahlo house, unfortunately just in time for a heavy afternoon downpour. I bought a little bag of peanuts from a corner store and stood under an awning with an old man until the heaviest of the rain passed. I made my way to the Frida Kahlo Museum, also know as La Casa Azul, which is where Frida was born and where she died. The house is as creative and aesthetically pleasing as I would have expected given that it once housed Frida and Diego.

Later, I found myself hanging out with a fellow hostel mate from the Michoacan State and his friend from Mexico City. One of them said to me, ¨It looks like your trip is getting off to a good start. It’s your first night in Mexico City and you’re drinking beer with locals. If I were you, this is exactly what I’d want to be doing right now.¨

Adding character to the night was the fact that were on the roof of the hostel and we had a free show put on by a lightning storm in the distance. And my new companions were travelers as well, so the conversation rolled on with the ease of people who identify with each other before they really know each other.

It was the kind of travel day I love—simple, observational, and conversational. And up on the roof, I had the best ending to a fantastic start.

Deciding Where to Go Next and How to Take the First Steps Towards Getting There

Oh, the places you can go. It can be overwhelming to think about how much world there is to explore.

If you are lucky enough to be in a position where you have time and funds set aside for travel, it can be tricky to figure out how and where you should use them. And then once you’ve decided where to go, beginning the planning process can be a challenge, especially if you’re doing it yourself.

Last summer, having the opportunity to coordinate a month of independent travel helped me figure out how to go about that process in a way that allowed me to keep my anxiety level to a minimum. Here are some tips:

» Deciding Where to Go

Weather

Weather may seem like a no-brainer, but I am amazed at how often people overlook things like seasons being reversed on the other side of the equator. If you have to travel during a set period of time, consider potential natural disasters or the affect weather might have on your ability to move around the country you visit. If a place is likely to get flooded or have roads wash out during heavy rain, you don’t want to travel there during the height of their monsoon/hurricane season. Some weather situations can be tolerable, even if uncomfortable, but it doesn’t make sense to travel to a place at a time when predictable extreme weather can lead to natural disasters.

Find out if there are any serious travel warnings.

New Zealand has one of the more user-friendly and less fear-mongering travel advisory websites. It breaks down the countries in to Extreme Risk, High Risk and Some Risk and has the most recent important news on its front page. For each country, it also provides links to the travel advisory sites of Britain, U.S.A., Canada and Australia.

Figure out your travel style.

Know what kind of activities you want to partake in and the level of comfort you want in order to narrow down your potential destination list. Do you want to do adventure sports? Check out some nature and wildlife? Be a beach bum? Observe a unique culture? Which culture’s food, music, art, religion or history appeal to you the most? Are you willing to rough it or do you have higher travel standards?

How much time do you have?

If you pick a spot you want to visit, think about whether or not there is somewhere nearby you’d really like to visit as well.  If you’re itching to see a lot of places in a relatively small area (South East Asia, for example), you may want to visit when you have a large chunk of time. If you have a short amount of time, you’ll probably want to limit the amount of places to see. No matter what your travel style, jam-packing your trip can make travel stressful and take away from your overall experience.

Watch travel TV and documentaries and read travel memoirs.

I tend to get a lot of ideas about where I want to go this way. Shows and books can take you beyond the limitations of what you learned in school and beyond the well-known destinations to find out about interesting cultures, subcultures and landscapes you’ve probably never heard of.

Remember that pictures only tell part of the story.

It’s easy to look at a wonderful photo of a location and say, “I am dying to go there!” Popular destinations can often be photogenic but are not always as impressive or worth the money and effort when you see them in person. Reading recent travel blogs and articles about someone’s actual experience is great way to go instead of relying solely on pictures.

» Taking the First Steps Towards Planning Your Trip

Buy a guidebook.

I’ve started to buy guidebooks before I book trips because it helps me get acquainted with possible itineraries and get a sense of more specific locations I want to visit. Guidebooks are also great for figuring out how to get from one destination to another and finding out if the route you are planning is feasible. I spend a lot of time flipping through the “how to get there” sections and pay attention to whether or not a bus goes by where I want to go, how long it takes to get from place to place, etc.

Talk to people who have been to where you’re going.

Talking to people who know the destination has been the most helpful thing I’ve done before booking a trip. It’s even better if it’s a person who knows you well and/or someone who has a similar travel style to you. Talking to these people can be the best way to get a sense of which places to go, which places to skip, and how much time you should stay in a certain place. And both parties benefit because people are happy to help like-minded people discover the places they’ve enjoyed and they love having a chance to relive some of the moments they had there.

Keep in mind that you can’t see it all.

When I start to get a sense of all of the places I can visit in a destination, my first instinct is to start cramming my schedule. But that is not a fun way to travel, and trying to stick to a concrete schedule with limited time can drive you crazy when you’re abroad. I recommend coming up with a list of the places you’re super pumped to see and the places that you’ll logistically need to visit for flights or stopovers. Organize your schedule accordingly, leaving room for error and for visiting other places that sound interesting to you. Then leave the rest to the wind…

Wanderful Words No. 22: A Map for Saturday

Turistas. Hostel. The Beach. These are all examples of Hollywood’s poor representations of traveling with a budget and a backpack. So it was refreshing to finally watch A Map for Saturday, a documentary by Brook Silva-Braga that takes a realistic look into the world of long term solo backpacking.

While my month-or-sos away would not be considered long term by non-U.S. citizens who go away for longer, I found that I could relate to most of the content in the movie—the initial loneliness, learning how to meet people, settling into the coming and going, traveler’s guilt and what it’s like when you have to go home. Throughout the film, I felt like I was reliving many of the emotions I’ve had abroad.

There were moments where I thought the movie was a little vapid. I think this stemmed from my wanting there to be more of an underlying story or a unique angle. Something more edgy and captivating than following yet another advantaged young person on the road. But all in all,  it’s a solid backpacking documentary full of inspirational tidbits. I’d recommend it for any past or potential backpackers.

As the film began, a traveler being interviewed by Silva-Braga supplied this quote about one of the most profound transformations traveling lightly and cheaply can instigate:

“When you have everything on your back, material goods don’t mean as much as they used to. That’s something you take with you for the rest of your life.”

Songs for the Road No. 2: West Africa in Southeast Asia

Laos was my Southeast Asia savior. I am sure I will delve more into that story at a later point, but I’ll just say that traveling through the country of Vietnam was rough and I’d felt less than welcome there. When I crossed the border into Laos, the immediate mellowness and realness of it was exactly what I’d needed at that point. In the city of Vientiane, with each pleasant interaction, I felt like the country was welcoming me with a gentle, “Sabaideee!”

I was eager to check out Vientiane nightlife scene, so I headed out into town with my guide. We were pretty surprised when we reached the Mekong River’s edge and found a huge festival in progress. Tons of people were out, there were people in costumes riding unicycles, and a band was playing an awesome mix of ska, chanson and punk. When the band finished their set, party music blasted through the loudspeakers.

A song came on and I recognized the percussion beat, and eventually added to that were familiar bass and guitar lines. “No, it can’t be that song, not in Laos,” I thought. But surely enough, as a voice chimed in, I realized it was the song I was thinking it was— Disco Africa, a fairly obscure 70s afrofunk song from Ghana:




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