On October 3rd, 21, I turned 25.
It goes on and on and on and on…
What’s that? 2017 ended a week ago?
I don’t know about you, but I spent December freaking out over my thesis while continuously not doing anything to further it while stress-eating chocolate after a day of cleaning toilets and questioning my life… What? You didn’t do that? Well, this is awkward.
Travelling the world is often presented as a thing of glory and glamour. With instant media and popularity of the picture format, we often only see the end product of a long journey – a pretty photo, but nothing that happens on the backstage. I have never shied away from sharing all my mishaps and misadventures, so I thought it would be fun to follow suit (of various bloggers) and count down my worst travel moments of last year. Well, maybe fun is the wrong word for it. But what else are you supposed to do with your worst moments than laugh at them right on their ugly face?
So here it is, in no particular order: the bad, the badder and the baddest – my worst travel moments of 2017.