When we started planning our year-long extended honeymoon around the world, we didn’t really know what to expect. We had a lot of hopes and dreams: we wanted to become wiser, healthier, better versions of ourselves. We wanted to become the sort of people who climb mountains regularly and do yoga at sunrise every day and read books rather than surf the internet and write deep, meaningful things about the life, the universe, and everything in our leather-bound travel journal. We wanted to be the kind of travel couple you see on Instagram, their blissful lives centered around nothing but looking attractive in different places each day. Well, none of that happened.
My AirBnB account got hacked, possibly by a duck-faced teenaged supervillian from China? We think? Anyway, here’s our ridiculous story of being totally ignored by AirBnB, and how you can prevent your AirBnB from getting hacked, too!
We’re no strangers to things going horribly wrong. In fact, our travels end in disaster more often than not. These were our worst travel fails of 2016!
When we first began planning this amazing year-long honeymoon, we planned to spend 7 months backpacking through South America. After only5 months, we’ve decided to cut our trip short. Here’s why.
We’re sitting in a restaurant in Aguas Calientes. Around us are five couples, two solo travelers, and two tour guides. All fourteen of them are tired, dirty, and covered in dried sweat. They just finished the 4-day Inca Trail to Machu Picchu and experienced a life changing experience, one that brought them together as a family to experience a once in a lifetime physical and mental challenge. As we watch them drinking celebratory beer, retelling stories, and soaking it all in, I’m reminded: this was supposed to be us. But instead of having a spiritual pilgrimage to Machu Picchu, we had an expensive failure on the Inca Trail.
It’s been almost 2 months since we put our belongings in storage, said goodbye to steady paychecks and friends, and embarked on our year long extended honeymoon. Before this trip, the longest either of us had traveled anywhere was 2 weeks. True to form, around the 2 week mark is when both of us started to feel like we were ready to go home. But eventually we started to settle into a kind of routine – or at least, things started to feel less horribly foreign to us as time went on.