Since I am something of what Spiro T. Agnew called a “nattering nabob of negativity,” I thought of concentrating on travel activities that I would avoid like the plague:
- Speaking of the plague, going on a large cruise ship ranks right up there. I don’t know which is worse, catching Legionnaires’ Disease or equivalent rot when cooped up with several thousand upscale vacationers, or pretending to be friends with said vacationers when I have zilch in common with them.
- Ziplining or bicycling, not recommended for someone with an artificial hip or panhypopituitarism.
- Staying at a luxury hotel or resort and spending hundreds of dollars a night for a bed and a lot of snooty attitude.
- Skiing because of its demogaphic profile, high costs, and high potential rate of injury. (Okay, so I’m a wuss. Is that OK?)
- Traveling in the jungle, as I am mosquito-phobic. I’ve got to this age without contracting any tropical diseases, and I want to keep it that way.
- I don’t make friends with other American tourists: I travel to interact with the natives of the country I am visiting. If you see me on my travels, don’t talk to me in English, because I will answer you in Hungarian. The only exception: I belong to The English Group of Buenos Aires (TEGOBA) and enjoy attending their Friday meetings.
- Visiting wineries, as I am diabetic, and alcohol turns to sugar in the body. Besides, I don’t even like wine.
Within these boundaries, I manage to have a great time when I travel. My next travel post will emphasize the things I love about travel.