That feeling of pure excitement when you arrive in a new destination cannot be compared to anything else. Stepping off the plane into the humidity of a different country; flicking through your passport to find that new stamp; eagerly awaiting your suitcase so you can rush off to your luxurious hotel, where you stare wide-eyed at the panoramic view from your balcony and flop down on top of the ginormous comfy bed, before going out to explore the city. So exciting. So thrilling. So blissful.
Right? Well, our trips usually go something a little more like this…
Stepping off the plane into the humidity of a different country; posing for a photo in front of the plane once we’ve waited for everyone else to get off and get out of the shot; flicking through our passports to find that new stamp and, if there isn’t one, holding up the line until we get one; eagerly awaiting our suitcases so we can rush off to our hotel, where Mr Ayla is very nicely told to either wait outside or stand behind the door so I can take an appropriate amount of photos of the room before he messes up the bed or the contents of our suitcases start spilling out everywhere; then finally checking what’s on my huge long list of things to do first and heading straight in that direction.
No Alex, you can’t sit down and relax, we have places to go and things to see. What do you think this is? A holiday?! Tut.
I’ve always loved stepping out of my comfort zone when I travel, from underwater cave diving in Fiji to skydiving in Namibia, and this was all long before I started writing about our adventures. But blogging does give me that extra little confidence boost that I might sometimes need, whether it’s to talk to someone I would never usually approach, try a food I never thought I’d put anywhere near my mouth (licking a green ant’s rear end in Australia comes to mind – tastes like lime!), or to explore somewhere that’s completely off the beaten track.
“It’s for the blog” has become my motto and so far it has served me well as a valid excuse to get away with rather a lot.
Getting up in the middle of dinner and running along the harbour to get a photo of the sunset in Gibraltar. Sorry to interrupt dinner but it’s for the blog.
Eating at that expensive restaurant when we’d never usually spend that sort of money on a meal. It’s for the blog. Okay, this was also to celebrate our anniversary but you catch my drift.
Booking a walking tour of Old Delhi an hour after we landed in India. This one was pretty hardcore, going straight on a tour after an 11 hour flight, but it did help us to get our sleeping patterns in order which meant no jet lag (yay!) and also… it’s for the blog.
After talking with other bloggers and their respective Misters, it turns out that Mr Ayla isn’t the only one who has to hide behind hotel room doors. Whenever he meets up with the other blogging Misters they all like to have a moan and tease us at how much they have to put up with.
Hours spent hogging the laptop writing posts and reading other blogs; meeting up with blogging friends for the first time in “real life” and making him worry that they might be an axe murderer (you’re all lovely though really!); keeping up to date with the 101 different forms of social media; and making sure he doesn’t touch his food until I’ve Instagrammed the hell out of it.
He often asks me if I’m going to “t-tot” something on Twitter. No, Alex, the hashtag is T.T.O.T not t-tot!!
But, despite all my annoying blogging ways, I think he secretly quite likes it. He gets to go on amazing trips that are already all planned out for him, he stays in the best little boutique hotels, sees incredible sights, eats amazing food that only the locals know about (ants not included), and drinks in the quirkiest bars. And apart from carrying the cases, he doesn’t have to lift a finger!
So thank you Mr Ayla for putting up with my consuming addiction. It’s all for the blog. Honest!
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