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To vaccinate or not to vaccinate?

May 26, 2010

 

I’ve had enough vaccines lately to kill a large goat, and I hate it.

Yeah, yeah. I know vaccines are necessary to keep me healthy as I travel to far-flung places. But now it’s the prices that are killing me.

The Japanese encephalitis vaccine alone costs nearly $500. Yes, $500. That’s because it is made of diamonds and unicorn tears.

Add that to the vaccine tally I already have going — typhoid, tetanus, hepatitis A & B, yellow fever, H1N1, even chicken pox — and I’m approaching $1,000. That puts a SERIOUS dent in my travel budget.

Naturally, my health insurance doesn’t cover anything like this. Their idea of preventative health is to stay at home and swallow handfuls of beta blockers all day long.

That, of course, is not an option, so I either have to pay up or accept the risk.

Here’s my list weighing the pros and cons of getting a ridiculously expensive poke in the arm:

PRO

The Centers for Disease Control say that many of the areas on my itinerary carry “significant risk” for Japanese encephalitis, so it’s probably smart to be protected.

Mosquitos, which love me, can happily chew on me and I won’t get sick.

Gives me the freedom to worry about other diseases instead.

I won’t have to slather myself was gallons of deet. Only a few pints.

Sounds really impressive when I rattle off my list of vaccines.

CON

I could die.

If I don’t die, I’ll suffer severe, permanent neurological damage.

Coming soon: How the best anti-malaria drug, which has the least side effects, is $7 per pill!

 

 

Looking forward: 10 best things

May 19, 2010

 

To counteract yesterday’s “OMG! The world is scary!” post, I wanted to focus on the fun, exciting and freaking fantastic things that await us.

Here are the top 10 places, sights and experiences I’m looking forward to during this adventure:

1. Ethiopia — I am enchanted with Ethiopia, a fact I didn’t even realize until I started planning this trip. Something about the country reaches into my soul and holds it tight. Maybe my life will be forever changed by Ethiopia. Or maybe I’m just going to gorge myself on completely awesome food. Either way, it’ll be bliss.

2. Machu Picchu — I’ve read countless travel blogs that say Machu Picchu is disappointing, overrun with tourists, doesn’t meet expectations. I don’t care. Visiting this lost city of the Incas has been on my to-do list for as long as I can remember. I think the hike up the Inca Trail will make it even more satisfying.

3. Boliva — There’s a witches’ market, a hotel made of salt and the world’s most dangerous road. What’s not to like?

4. Wildlife reserves and national parks of Botswana — I’m not ashamed to admit that most of my Botswana knowledge came from “The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency” series. But I can’t wait to explore this country’s diverse wildlife habitats for myself.

5. Bungee jumping in Zambia — I’ve always laughed off the idea of bungee jumping by saying, “I may have come into this world from a broken rubber, but I’m not going out on one.” But that’s mostly because my bungee jumping opportunities so far have been limited to a crane and a piece of underwear elastic, run by carnies in rural Ohio. However, I’m pretty sure that if I make it to Victoria Falls, I have to go bungee jumping there. It might even be a rule.

6. Bagan — Every single time I see a photo of this ancient Burmese city, the sheer beauty of it makes me want to cry. In fact, I’m starting to cry right now.

7. Coffee in every country — Don’t get me wrong, I’ll drink any coffee you put in front of me, from the thick brews that need to be chewed to the oil-slicked puddles at deserted Route 66 diners. Still, there’s nothing I enjoy more than a really nice, black cup of joe, and our itinerary reads like coffee porn: Ethiopia, Kenya, Indonesia, Vietnam, India, Peru. Add in a fling with Juan Valdez and you have the stuff of my fantasies.

8. Working with elephants — The tourism industry has fed into the ugly and systematic abuse of elephants in Southeast Asia, but there are some great organizations working hard to help these magnificent creatures. I want to be a part of doing something good.

9. Coca leaves — Don’t judge me. They’re totally legal.

10. Food EVERYWHERE — My husband jokes that I’m going to write the sequel to “Eat, Pray, Love,” except my book will just be called “Eat.” I cannot wait to fill my belly with dumplings, noodles, rice, potatoes and carbs I haven’t even heard of yet. This world promises to be delicious!

 

Top 10 stupid fears

May 18, 2010

 

Despite the awesomeness of this trip, I’m focusing on all the bad things that could happen. And I’m not talking about the usual travel misfortune — getting chewed by bedbugs, having a few bucks stolen by a pickpocket, misplacing my passport.

No, I have all of these stupid, irrational fears — admittedly enhanced by Hollywood — that keep clogging up my brain.

So in an effort to get this stuff out of my head once and for all, here are my top 10 completely ridiculous fears about traveling around the world.

1. Brain-eating parasites.

2. Sliding off a glacier and plunging to my death. (Possibly with my corpse encased in ice until the end of time.)

3. Having all of my earthly possessions stolen in a place where I am unable to speak the language, leaving me to wander the streets, alone, dirty and sad.

4. Kidnapped and sold … for far less than what I’m worth.

5. Running out of money just two months into the trip.

6. Befriended by a charming man who asks me to hold a package that turns out to be heroin, and then I’m seized by police and tossed into a rough women’s prison.

7. Monkey bites! From rabid monkeys! Or even just healthy ones.

8. Never quite getting the hang of pooping in squatter holes.

9. A huge, rolling boulder that threatens to flatten me unless I escape from the temple in the nick of time.

10. Coming out of this experience unchanged, just broke.

 

Go ahead and jump

May 12, 2010

 

As this round-the-world trip grows closer and my to-do list gets longer, I’m starting to get paralyzed with fear.

It reminds me of the way I used to feel before skydiving.

See, skydiving and I had a mad and passionate love affair that lasted several years. I spent every weekend skydiving. I subscribed to skydiving magazines, I posted on skydiving websites, I watched skydiving videos. I lived, breathed, slept and ate skydiving.

Heck, I even married my skydiving instructor.

Still my heart trembled every time I faced the airplane’s open door.

As much as I loved skydiving, I also knew the risks involved. I understood how easily something could go wrong. I didn’t fully trust myself, my gear or the people around me.

To get over that trepidation, I used visualization techniques. I practiced taking long, calming breaths. I played mental games with myself, pretending I was Angelina Jolie’s stunt double filming a new “Tomb Raider” movie.

I knew if I just got out that door, somehow everything would be OK.

Hundreds of times I made that terrifying leap over and over again. And I almost always landed solidly on my feet.

This trip reminds me of that. Lately I start to panic when I think about things like vaccines, next year’s taxes and how I’m going to fit a year’s worth of contact solution inside my tiny backpack.

I am so scared about being stranded at a bus stop in rural Botswana or getting attacked by rabid monkeys in Malaysia.

I’m worried I’ll fail.

Once again, I am at that airplane door, trembling with fright. And despite my fears, I think I’m just going to have to close my eyes, summon Angelina Jolie and make my big leap.