There are a lot of things that are great about travelling.
Exploring new places, meeting new people, doing things you never dreamt you would.
But, for me, there is undoubtedly one thing that is horrible about travelling.
It’s not the long flights or journeys by bus over long distances.
It’s not the searing heat, or freezing temperatures you can find in some places.
It’s certainly not the dodgy food you can find in certain places.
No, the worst thing about travelling is saying goodbye to the people you meet along the way.
I’ve travelled a lot by myself, and the experiences have been eye-opening and helped me to grow as a person.
But travelling by yourself has its limits.
You miss the company of others. The places you experience are much better with company. It really is the people that make the places and not the places themselves.
During the past five years, I have met so many people, I actually got tired of meeting new people. Going through the same routine with someone else every other day got tiresome.
I know this sounds ridiculous, but it’s true. I had met so many people on my travels, I just ran out of juice. As bad as that sounds, I wasn’t a moody and grumpy individual all the time. Although I’m sure some of my friends would disagree!
During my travels, I made some amazing friends. People I consider close friends to this day, even though we haven’t seen each other in a few years.
When you’re travelling, you develop friendships much quicker. It’s like the whole situation is on steroids.
You get to know people much quicker. This is especially true if you live with them in a hostel or house for an extended period of time.
After a few months, it feels like you’ve known them for a couple of years, such is the speed with which you’ve got to know each other.
But there is always an underlying feeling that at some point, you will part ways. You may be on the road for a year or two, but there will come a time when the journey comes to an end.
It’s difficult when you consider these people to be close friends, as you’re never quite sure when you’ll see them again.
You can have amazing journeys for 3, 6 and even 12 months, and then one day, you say goodbye, and they are out of your life as quickly as they entered it.
Look Back With Fondness
Out of all the friends I’ve made while travelling, I have only seen a few since we parted ways.
Once you’re out of the travelling bubble and back into your own routine, it can be hard to keep in touch with people, and eventually meet up in the future.
Unfortunately, life moves on. Moments are fleeting and it’s not easy to stay in touch with people all over the world. Even with social media today.
I often find myself yearning to return to the good times. Whether they were in Australia, New Zealand or Barcelona, I find myself looking back and wishing I could relive those experiences again with those people.
But I can’t.
People come into your life, make a mark, and then leave. It’s just life.
I know I will see these people again, but when you’ve spent months and years with them, it’s hard to adjust.
It’s too easy to look back on the good times and wish for it all again.
All you can do is look back on all the memories you’ve made with fondness.
Don’t be sad that they are gone, be happy that you have the memories to look back on.
The worst part of travelling?
It’s undoubtedly making lifelong friends and not knowing when you’re going to see them again.
That’s the worst part!