Last week, I lost my passport. It was by far the worst thing that has happened to me while traveling. Sure, getting hospitalized due to food poisoning in Costa Rica was pretty bad, but emotionally, losing nine years of stamps is worse. So I thought it only fitting that has we get half way through the series on reader travel experiences. this installment’s question would be “What’s the worst thing that happened to you while traveling?” Here are the other travelers’ worst moments on the road:
“On my first visit to New York, I soon found out that the hostel I had booked was not in fact ‘Upper West Side’ as advertised, but in the depths of Harlem. This wouldn’t have been too much of an issue except that I arrived at 2am and there was no one at the hostel to let me in, despite the racket I was making! Let me tell you, I don’t want to recommend being a single woman alone in the middle of the night in Harlem to anyone! I thankfully survived til sunrise, but not without hearing multiple gunshots, being harassed by a gang, and having to make a run for it with a giant suitcase.” – Nicole
“The most memorable one was in Latvia when I had some weird ‘stalker’ who kept touching me up on the bus, and then when I got off the bus early to avoid him, he followed me through the forest for three hours before I eventually lost him. It was a shame I never got to see the castles I originally went out to see because of him.” – Rob
“Either getting robbed in Bali, or struggling with getting a ticket for a 12-hour train ride in Thailand. We absolutely had to be in Bangkok and left it until the last minute to buy a ticket for the sleeper train. The only tickets they had were for 3rd class ‘standing.’ We had to stand up for 12 hours on a cramped train all the way.” – Slice
“We had just crossed the state border of Northern Territory and South Australia. Though it’s the middle of the desert, it was pouring rain. Despite trying to find somewhere to pull over and stop for the night, we hadn’t been able to find anywhere after a few hours of looking. We hit a large puddle in the road, and it felt like a tire had blown on the RV. We pulled over to check the tires, and although it turned out that they were fine, we sank almost to the chassis in the soft mud on the side of the road. My poor husband had to dig the caravan out of that shoulder in the twilight and the rain, while I kept the kids occupied and happy in the car. We kept driving and came to a road house not much further along the highway. We pulled in, but because the roads were so slippery with the rain and the fuel on the ground, the back end of the RV clipped a truck window.” – Amy
“Having to leave before I am ready to go.” – Maria
“In 2010, I went quad biking in Siem Reap, Cambodia. It was going great, right up until the moment where one of my tires hit a rock and I lost control. I flew into a ditch about two meters deep, and the bike turned over onto its side. If I hadn’t been thrown clear, chances are the side of the ditch would have taken my head off. As it was, my worst injury was a banged-up knee and a long strip of road rash along one arm. I had to pay $400 for the bike damage, another $75 to get cleaned up at the doc’s, and get some antibiotics and painkillers to make sure I didn’t get an infection, then had to take a night bus to Sihanoukville, still wearing the same clothes I’d crashed in, trying my best to hold my sore arm away from the other passengers to make sure nobody banged it!” – Susan
“Witnessing the point-blank assassination of three drug dealers at a bar in Puerto Rico.” – Mike
“I came down with swine flu when I was traveling in Turkey. One of the biggest advisories during the season of swine flu was to not get on a plane while ill, but I was stuck in Istanbul and needed to get home. I was petrified that the airport would have a fever detector and I would get detained and not be able to leave. Thankfully that didn’t happen. It was still a pretty miserable experience though.” – Allison
“My sister’s car blew a head gasket near Death Valley in August, where the temps hovered around 123, and we had about $50 left because we were due back to her home in a day. There was no Western Union, signs were posted to not leave your car at night due to rattlesnakes and not to leave your car if you run out of gas. This while showing a skeleton holding a gas can. The message was that in the very hot desert we would die within a day or so from dehydration. It took us five days stranded in the desert before we got back to her home in Santa Cruz.” – Joy
“Waking up with a cockroach on my face.” – Jemma
“A week before Spain’s dictator Franco died, I was wandering round a corner in Madrid, admiring the architecture. A soldier appeared from nowhere, stuck a machine gun in my face, and demanded I go with him. Young, cheeky, and foolish, I argued with him. He pushed the gun closer into my face. I obeyed. He takes me to Las Ventas Bullfighting Ring and demands I buy a ticket for the fight.” – Sonia
“Someone came into my room while I was sleeping and stole two cameras, $250, an MP3 player, and a watch. It was the creepiest thing to know someone came into my room while I was asleep.” – Hopscotch the Globe
“Experiencing last year’s four-minute-long, 8.8 Chilean earthquake only 50 miles from the epicenter. And then spending the next five days sleeping outside, never without my Swiss army knife and a golf club because of all the escaped convicts from the nearby prison that fell down. Fun times!” – Tia
“Randomly decided, en route from Morocco to Greece, to catch a bus all the way up rather than flying. Unbeknownst to me, I had contracted some sort of marine bacterial infection in my eye while surfing. Ended up in four days of excruciating pain on a crowded, nonstop bus, only to get to Paris and be told that “I would be permanently blind in one eye.” The bad? Two weeks of quarantine, a missed flight to Greece, and a ban on further travels for awhile. The good? I recovered my sight completely, and being trapped in Paris started my love affair with the wonderful city.” – Yolanda
“Being stuck on a train with Nomadic Matt for five days while traveling through Canada!” – Andrew
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Getting lost in a rainforest in Guatemala with my sister last summer until some ungodly hour of the morning probably takes the cake, yeah. That was, until all the people we were teaching English to sort of mobilized and found us. Those guys were awesome.
I’m hoping to change that soon, though, with this expedition I’m going on with my family starting later this month. The bad parts always do make the best stories, amiright?
Bear with me, this gets a bit TMI…
I was sixteen years old. I had an immune system of steel. I hadn’t been sick in years. I was just about to head over to the United States for three weeks, the first time I’ve ever gone overseas, and being from Sydney it was literally on the other side of the world.
You guessed it. I started feeling unwell on the plane, and a few hours after arriving in LA the virus suddenly went into full swing and I was incapacitated. It was easily the worst illness I’ve ever had my entire life. Long after my stomach was empty my body continued to try and throw up every five to ten minutes (yes, that frequently), and because of that I was seriously sore. I threw up in public, we were watching a mediaeval show with horses and I couldn’t leave the bathroom because as soon as I smelled the horses I was sick again. We had to walk about a mile back, too.
It was so bad my parents were woken up in the middle of the night (this was about 2-3AM AEST) with a phone call asking for insurance details so a doctor could be called. They told them it would only cost about $100 or so, two hundred bucks tops. The doc showed up and gave me an injection in my ass which he said would take 45 minutes to work because of my small frame, and a few pills.
The injection took six hours to work and cost $600. I was falling asleep in between my body still trying to throw up, having not slept on the 14+hr flight (and that’s not including the NZ stopover). My poor, poor roommate. Finally at around 4-6AM Tuesday I got some peace and slipped into sleep. It was the worst, and literally longest Monday of my life.
Thankfully, the rest of the trip was a blast and in spite of having no appetite at all for three days (I lived on juice and lemonade until I finally got hungry again) it died down completely.
Today I think about it and grin about what a great story it makes, but I still can’t smell horses anymore without feeling sick.
hi nice,but im already visit there,now im planning to visit rather than Cambodia or Vietnam next 2 months, does anyone know how to apply visa? I’m google around and came across http://www.evisaasia.com. does anyone try this website before? Is it reliable?
just apply at your local embassy.
I’ve had two horrible traveling experiences, but one was due rather to a squabble between a close friend and myself that tainted the whole of my travel. The other horrible experience was when I went to Florence three years ago in the hottest summer I have ever been through. American tourists were everywhere, which really annoyed both me and the Italians. Half of the time I wanted them to stop speaking so loud and bluntly. I’m going back to Florence this summer, albeit for only one week, and I sincerely hope I’ll have a better experience.
3 years ago, while I was working as a teacher in Bangkok, our school organised a 2 week guided tour to Yunnan province, China.
Being a picky eater, my coworkers advised me against going. They knew I would hate the food there. I, however, being the naive, wonderlust filled traveller I was, with the prospect of seeing another country, didn’t heed their warnings.
On the flight there I ate some weird greasy, salty noodle thing that I brought back up the moment I landed at Kunming airport. It can’t all be like this I begged. It was.
I spent the first night drifting between sleep and waking up to dry heave (my stomach was already empty). I just couldn’t get the “oily” feeling out of my stomach. Between groans and retches, I heard my coworkers “I told you so”s.
For 2 weeks, I had to specially order plain rice and chicken as every meal we had on that guided tour involved something weird greasy, salty, fishy or things I didn’t even bother to ask what they were. I tried ordering sweet and sour chicken, black bean pork, duck chow mein. All the usual “Chinese” stuff I was used to. None of that was to be found in rural Yunnan. And as it was a guided tour with a strict schedule, I couldn’t just nip off to a KFC even if I did see one. I had definitely reached my “adventure” limit in rural China. The first thing I did upon returning to Bangkok was go to shabushi (my favourite Japanese buffet) and pig out on meatlovers pizza for a week.
The scenery was incredible and it was definitely a cool experience visiting China, and experiencing the Naxi mountain tribe, but if you’re a picky eater like I me, I recommend sticking to the big cities!
can you tell me about your experience in airline travel and what is the worest and best thing happened to you
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Andrew was a small and ferocious Cape Verde hurricane that wrought unprecedented economic devastation along a path through the northwestern Bahamas, the southern Florida peninsula, and south-central Louisiana. Damage in the United States is estimated to be near 25 billion, making Andrew the most expensive natural disaster in U.S. history1. The tropical cyclone struck southern Dade County, Florida, especially hard, with violent winds and storm surges characteristic of a category 4 hurricane on the Saffir/Simpson Hurricane Scale, and with a central pressure (922 mb) that is the third lowest this century for a hurricane at landfall in the United States. In Dade County alone, the forces of Andrew resulted in 15 deaths and up to one-quarter million people left temporarily homeless. An additional 25 lives were lost in Dade County from the indirect effects of Andrew2. The direct loss of life seems remarkably low considering the destruction caused by this hurricane. a. Synoptic History Satellite pictures and upper-air data indicate that Hurricane Andrew formed from a tropical wave that crossed from the west coast of Africa to the tropical North Atlantic Ocean on 14 August 1992. The wave moved westward at about 20 kt, steered by a swift and deep easterly current on the south side of an area of high pressure. The wave passed to the south of the Cape Verde Islands on the following day. At that point, meteorologists at the National Hurricane Center (NHC) Tropical Satellite Analysis and Forecast (TSAF) unit and the Synoptic Analysis Branch (SAB) of the National Environmental Satellite Data and Information Service (NESDIS) found the wave sufficiently well-organized to begin classifying the intensity of the system using the Dvorak (1984) analysis technique. Bibliography www.fermi.com
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'Cape Verde? Heard of it, but remind me. '
That was always my response to any mention of the place.
So here's the answer: Cabo Verde, as it's properly known, is a necklace of ten islands in the Atlantic, 350 miles west of Africa, off the coast of Senegal.
It's a near six-hour flight from the UK. The sunshine is utterly reliable, as is the breeze from the Sahara.
Surf's up: The Cape Verdean island of Sal is (relatively) well known as a haven for unhurried sunshine holidays
The windiest time is November to March, which is bliss for surfers. The islands of Sal and Boa Vista are the big destinations for beach-and-a-book breaks.
Of the hotels on Sal, the most comfy and glamorous is the Morabeza in the fishing village of Santa Maria. There's a 200-yard walk to miles of glorious beach where boats bob on the turquoise water.RELATED ARTICLES Share this article
Life here slows down to turtle pace. In the evenings you can watch the fishwives gutting their catch on the pier.
Santa Maria is a haven for yachting and water sports. The current world champion kite surfer lives here.
But once you've bathed in Sal's inland version of the Dead Sea and visited its superb coast, you may want a bit more.
Bright and lovely: The streets of Mindelo, the capital of Sao Vicente, are flanked by colourfully painted houses
Sounds to soothe: Music is a big part of Cape Verde life. The islands have their own musical style, morna
There's plenty of variety in this tiny 39-year-old republic, a former colony of Portugal, whose intrepid sailors discovered the islands in the 1450s.
It's a 30-minute flight from Sal to the island of Sao Vicente, where we stayed in Mindelo, a colourful harbour town that, thanks to its Portuguese and British heritage, looks like Lisbon crossed with Portmeirion in Wales.
Locals all speak Creole, a mish-mash of umpteen languages, African and European.
'It was designed to fool the Portuguese,' as one local graduate explained to me.
Mindelo has fewer tourists, most of them are French.
They come for the music scene and to worship the late singer Cesaria Evora, 'the barefoot diva'. Her voice remains the islands' proudest export and she is revered by Parisians.
On the edge of town is a peak, Monte Verde, well worth the three-hour walk up its switchback road past cactus flowers, wrinkly old men with donkeys and the occasional goat.
A place of wild wonder: Santo Antao, the most westerly island of Cape Verde, is a great destination for hikers
The view from the top is worth every blister.
An hour by ferry from Sao Vicente is the mountainous island of Santo Antao. Hike the ribeiras (river valleys). After the moon-like aridity of Sal, they are an emerald paradise.
I took a local guide — supplied by Cape Verde Experience — in a four-wheel drive to the top of a 1,000m-high volcanic peak, then walked down a hairpin trail of wonky basalt cobbles past the cauldron of the vast volcano.
When the rains come, water bombs down the rocky gullies, washing away cattle and everything else in its path.
As you slowly descend, cooking smoke and the sounds of a village rise to greet you. Hens cluck and you walk past tiny children in crocodiles wandering home from school for lunch. Dragonflies flit over streams flanked by mango trees, papayas, and huge hands of green bananas.
Later, in a straw-roofed cafe, I ate a banana served with local molasses - quite the best pud I've ever had.
The old seaside village of Paul has a tiny distillery with a donkey-driven mill for crushing sugar cane - a sight that hasn't changed in centuries.
Walk me to the beach: Colourful boats are a constant presence in an archipelago where fishing is crucial
But it's the people of Cape Verde that make it irresistible. Catholic, strict but loving with their kids, proud of their mixed heritage and all addicted to Premier League football.
Centenarians are common.
Enzo, a born-and-bred barman in Mindelo, tells me that his grandfather had died at 102. I clearly didn't look impressed enough. 'He was very unfit,' he adds apologetically.Travel Facts: Plan your own trip to Cape Verde
The Cape Verde Experience (0845 330 2047, www.capeverde.co.uk ) offers seven-night island-hopping holidays from £1,433 per person or 14 nights from £1,755 per person, both including flights.
A week's stay at the four-star Hotel Morabeza on the island of Sal costs from £873 pp, based on two sharing a double land view room with bed and breakfast, including return flights and transfers.
Cape Verde is a group of ten islands rising from the Atlantic Ocean three hundred miles west of Senegal. Cape Verde offers travelers the opportunity to experience the unique culture of West Africa in a comfortable, often beautiful setting without the difficulties that can be encountered on the mainland.
Cape Verde's growing tourist infrastructure makes a visit to the islands a pleasure, yet island life seems largely unspoiled by foreign visitors. Cape Verdeans have the highest quality of life in West Africa and the highest literacy rate. They have a stable democratic government. The islands are free of malaria and tropical diseases. Their language, Crioulo, is a mixture of medieval Portuguese and African dialects, although modern Portuguese is widely understood.
West African traditions are strongest on the island of SantiagoWEST AFRICAN SOCIETY
Cape Verde's population is descended from thousands of Africans brought to the islands as slaves and a small number of European colonialists. Today, the population is 70% mixed race, 28% black, and 2% white.
Cape Verde' society has remained essentially West African, and its African heritage pervades every aspect of island life. It is seen in a certain dignity in the way people walk. It is reflected in the women talking under a shade tree in the bright afternoon sun, their conversation lively and embellished with expressive hand movements. It is there in the men playing cards at small cement tables in the main square, a player slapping his cards on the table as if facing down a lion, causing an argument to ripple through the men crowding around. West African culture is a warm greeting between friends, a hand shake and then another, fists pressed together and brought forcefully to the heart, or one thumb raised in salute. It is colorful markets that go on street after street; pork shish kabob barbequed by the side of the road; school children in their uniforms; van drivers calling out their destinations and arguing passengers into their vans; and brightly painted houses with ancient wooden shutters perched on steep, windswept hillsides. It is an African heartbeat heard in the high pitched wail of Batuko music, and African flavor, warmth and sorrow that reaches back to the motherland, back over centuries, even millennia.
A wall sculpture in Mindelo, the music capitol of Cape VerdeCAPE VERDE'S MUSIC
West Africa in Cape Verde is music. It appears everywhere, especially on weekends. A street is blocked off by an impromptu stage, and people gather to listen. West African music is sophisticated, with influences from the whole Atlantic Rim. European and African instruments bend to an electric rythm based on complex African drumbeats. The towns of Mindelo on Sao Vincente and Praia on Santiago are known for their music. Clubs heat up around mid-night and play until dawn. Mindelo hosts and international music festival, Baia das Gatas, in August. Festival Da Gamboa is held on Praia's Gamboa Beach each year in May.
Cape Verde has also developed several strains of its own indigenous music, some reaching back to its African roots and others simply expressing the stark isolation of the islands.
Cleaning fish. Mindelo, Sao Vincente.
Like other coastal West Africans, Cape Verdeans rely on fish caught daily from the sea. The fishing boats are not large, hardly more than outboard motor boats. They arrive on the beach and are pulled ashore or tied to a dock, where a crowd of people awaits the catch. Once the fish is unloaded, well-ordered chaos erupts as the fish are gutted, cut up, weighed, haggled over, tossed in tubs, and finally washed right there in the ocean.
Corn, beans, sweet potato, and manioc are the basic ingredients of Cape Verde's cuisine. Cachupa, a stew originating in slavery times that takes two days to prepare, is the national dish and closest to the people's hearts. Grog is a strong alcoholic beverage that is brewed locally from sugar cane.
Dry, rugged terrain is common to all the islands.SANTIAGO ISLAND IS CAPE VERDE'S HISTORIC HEART
Each of Cape Verde's islands has its own distinct character. Some of the islands are flat, while others are steep and mountainous, seeming to rise straight out of the sea.Their landscape is brown and arid most of the year since they are located in an unusually dry part of the South Atlantic. The islands were uninhabited before discovery by the Portuguese in 1460, and they still retain an uninhabitable ambience. Sun and wind are always present.
Santiago has preserved the most traditional African culture of all the islands. It was the only island setted for the first three hundred years of Cape Verde's history, and it retains much of its West African heritage. The Portuguese founded Ribeira Grande (now Cidade Velha) on Santiago Island in 1462, during the infancy of the European dominated colonial period that would re-shape the world over the next five hundred years.
Situated halfway between Europe and South America, Ribeira Grande flourished as a trading post for supplying ships. Its proximity to West Africa mad it a key port for the slave trade to the Americas. The Portuguese crown received import and export duty on each captive who passed through the port. All this history still lingers in the cobbled lanes and low, whitewashed houses of Cidade Velha, a quiet village on a beautiful bay. It can be reached by a short aluguer (minivan) ride from the Terra Branca neighborhood in Praia.
A hot afternoon at the vegetable market in Praia, Santiago.
One quarter of Cape Verde's populations lives in Praia, the largest town on Santiago Island and capitol of Cape Verde. The city sprawls around a large bay with its center located on a raised plateau. A visit should start at the lively Alexandre Albuquerque Square. North of the square, the streets that surround the market and the market itself are filled with fascinating images of African life.
Exit the market onto Avenida Amilcar Cabral and walk down the road straight ahead, which will bring you to the enormous Sucupira market. Both sides of this road are lined with women sitting in the shade of umbrellas behind piles of cheap, new clothing laid on the ground. Further on, more vendors sit beside crates heaped with fruits and vegetables. Next are the canvas stalls of Sucupira market which sells everything from cell phones, clothe, and jewelry to backpacks and bicycle tires. The whole area is alive with the clamor of conversation and music.
Praia is a city of neighborhoods. Wandering its winding streets can be confusing, but a little exploration will reveal vibrant scenes of the city's daily life.
Trading gossip at the market in Assomada, Santiago.
The town of Assomada lies in the rugged mountains of Santiago's interior, a region originally settled by escaped slaves. When the Portuguese colonial government freed the slaves in 1876, many fled to these isolated mountains. West AFrica lives on in Assomada and the surrounding area. The Badius people who live in this region have kept the old ways from the mainland, which, at times, has brought persecution upon them. Their customs and history find public expression in music and dance forms like batuko, funana, and tabanka. Assomada is best visited on Wednesday and Saturday when the market spreads over many streets in the city center.
Picturesque Mindelo is a relaxed, tropical town
Mindelo on Sao Vincente Island is a pretty town without the big city atmosphere of Praia. Built by the British as a re-fueling station for trans-Atlantic ships in the 19th century, its cobbled streets, lined with British colonial buildings, are a treat to wander. Mindelo is considered an important center for Cape Verdean music and literature.
Mindelo's bustling fish market next to Torre de Belem offers a wonderful view of the town's daily life, and at night, everyone comes to Amilcar Cabral square. To really let their hair down, people go to relax on the beach at the northern end of the promenade where they meet friends, jog, and sometimes dance to live music.
A hike towards the 2,400 foot peak of Monte Verde leads into the brown, windswept hills that surround Mindelo. The villages that cling to the steep, dry hillsides seem to embody the tenacious character of the Cape Verdean people. From the market square of Praca Independencia, follow Avenida 12 September east to begin the walk.
A cafe in Palmeira, SalTHE OTHER SIDE OF SAL
Many visitors to Cape Verde arrive on Sal Island, and they stay at Santa Maria which is known for its fine beach and resort hotels. For a better look at every day life on Sal, go to Espargos. A walk down the main street, Rua 5 Julho, offers an engaging West African panorama. Bom Dia Cafe, in the center of town, serves local dishes at its outdoor tables, and there is live music on weekends. Palmeira, a short van ride from Espargos, is a picture postcard coastal village, untouched by the outside world. Visit the dock on its lovely bay to watch the fishing boats bring in their catch.
Isolated Ponta Do SolREMOTE SANTO ANTAO
Santo Antao is an isolated island possessing the strange beauty of a land barely touched by humans. Small villages perch on steep, stark mountainsides or sit on narrow ledges beside the sea. The island provides a more intimate look at Cape Verdean life, and there are spectacular hiking trails on the north coast. Santo Antao is reached by ferry from Sao Vincente.
Dividing the catch on the beach at Porto Novo, Santo AnaoWHY CAPE VERDE?
African culture is best understood in an African setting. Unfortunately, the countries of mainland West Africa are afflicted with real problems. Serious poverty, malaria, armed political conflict, and a deep polarization between local people and the tourist establishment make it difficult for a foreigner to walk among the multitude. Yet experiencing the people of West Africa can be of immeasurable value, especially for the descendants of the African Diaspora or travelers who seek to understand the many societies that share our planet. And then there are the vacationers in search of unspoiled towns and white sand beaches.
Cape Verde does not have the problems of the mainland. In fact, it is well on its way to becoming a tourist haven. There is some poverty, but it is not overwhelming, and most Cape Verdeans live above extreme poverty. Foreigners can visit these islands in safety and without barriers between them and the local people. The only danger is falling under the spell of island life.
A shade tree on the main square offers aplace to chatCAPE VERDE HELP RESOURCES
GETTING TO CAPE VERDE
Cape Verde can be reached by direct TACV flights from Boston to Praia. It is accessible from several Western European countries.
CAPE VEDE TRAVEL AGENTS
CAPE VERDE AND WEST AFRICAN CULTURE