Vacation-part 3

Yes, my bloggy buddies, there is indeed a Part 3 to the never-to-be famous Pinklea Vacation Series. This part won’t be full of photos, however (You, at the back! Sit down and quit cheering!). This part details Four Things That I Did Not Like On My Vacation.

The main thing I did not like was being without luggage for our entire first day. It wasn’t so much the lack of clothes or toiletries, because those can always be purchased (and some, in fact, were). What really bothered me were my contact lenses. I wear daily contacts, meaning that I put a brand new pair in every morning. I can wear them for two days, or even three if I’m very careful (they are extremely thin), but there is absolutely no way I could wear them for three weeks. And of course I had my package of extra contacts tucked away in my suitcase. So if my luggage was permanently lost, I had two options: 1) be unable to see clearly more than a couple of metres away, or 2) find an English-speaking ophthalmologist somewhere in Athens, have my eyes examined and a prescription written and new contacts purchased. Fortunately, in the end, I didn’t have to deal with either scenario. Lesson learned: Do not pack ALL your contacts in your suitcase, keep SOME in your purse Just In Case.

Another thing I did not like was being on a tour. Granted, our tour was only four days, and also granted, we did get to places that would have been a lot more difficult to get to had we opted to do it all ourselves (Olympia, Delphi, Arachova). That was the only reason we took the tour in the first place. But it was awful to be shunted here and there, to be told bluntly “The bus will leave in 30 minutes, so please be back here on time”, to be practically forced to follow our tour guide through museums (we ended up listening to her introductions, then quietly slipping away to explore on our own as much as we could), to be taken to tourist-trap shops over and over and being overly encouraged to buy-buy-buy, to have no choice in restaurants for lunch or dinner – and often no choice in what we ate, either. I know that many people are very comfortable with this sort of travel and find it so much easier than finding their own hotels, restaurants, transportation, etc, but DD and I are not those people. Lesson learned: Avoid tours if at all possible, and if it is not possible, SUCK IT UP and make the best of it.

I also did not much like waking up with a very sore back in Crete. I didn’t even do anything to it, I just woke up in the morning and discovered that I couldn’t bend without pain. This is the same back pain that I experienced last March, which was only alleviated with several visits to a chiropractor. O – kay. But I was in Crete this time. My chiropractor was very, very far away. My three options: 1) Let it ruin the remaining week of my holiday, whining loudly about my enormous suffering. 2) Find an English-speaking chiropractor in Iraklion, stay put for a few days and have a couple of treatments to realign my back. 3) Roll out of bed slowly and gingerly, then carry on with the planned itinerary, being as careful as possible to minimize bending and carrying, take drugs if required, then seek treatment when we get home. I chose number 3, and managed reasonably well till our return and two (so far) visits to my own chiropractor. Lesson learned: Be very careful of your back, and always bring Tylenol and Advil whenever you travel Just In Case.

The final thing that I did not like was the male-dominated atmosphere in Istanbul. This is a little tricky to explain, because I did enjoy Istanbul and I am glad I went there. But would I go back? I don’t think so. You see, when you are a tourist, more specifically a female tourist in the touristy old part of the city, everywhere you go there are men at the front of stores and restaurants yelling at you to come in. They’re not necessarily rude, it’s just how they do business, but I got very tired of being constantly called out at as I walked down the street. “Hey gorgeous!” “American or Australian?” “Come in and look around!” “Excuse me, girls!” and my all-time favourite call of “Hey! How can I help you spend your money today?” We literally could not stop to admire anything in a window because there would instantly be one or two men right there in our faces. It was never, ever women working in the shops or restaurants either. And as DD pointed out, you never see groups of females walking around together either, unless they are young teenagers. If you see a woman, she is surrounded by her children and her husband or other male family members. The women are always covered up (headscarves, shoulders and arms covered, long skirts), while men and children appear to be free to wear whatever they please. I know that Turkey is a Muslim country and I know they do have a different attitude towards women than we are used to in North America or Western Europe and I do respect that – but it was still disconcerting. Their explanation is that men are the weaker sex, so in order for women to be safe around them, women must be discreetly behaved and cover up much of their bodies. Huh?! MEN are weak so WOMEN are required to behave and dress in a particular manner?! I’m sorry, I just can’t agree with that, and this way of thinking is just so obvious in Istanbul that I must confess that it bothered me. Lesson learned: Be grateful for the experience of visiting a Muslim country, but think twice about visiting another in the future.

So – there it is. I really did have a wonderful vacation (I think DD did, too) with many, many good points, and if there were only four little things that weren’t exactly pleasing to me, oh well. Nothing’s perfect. But this vacation came pretty close, overall!


10 responses to “Vacation-part 3

  1. Yeah, I can’t see myself going there… I know it would bother me too much too. I have been to Europe, but I would LOVE to see Egypt, but I doubt it’s in my future…

  2. Glad I found you. Glad you found me. I will be back for sure. And I also hate tours. I once did a week long one in Ireland. It was my ex-wife’s idea. Just one of the reasons why the ‘ex’ applies.

  3. I know exactly what you mean about tours. No fun at all. Sometimes a necessary evil, but luckily not most of the time.

  4. I understand what you’re saying about a Muslim country, but I still want to see Istanbul and I’ll just have to take that god awful domineering male presence as a given. I’m sure it’s not pleasant, but I’ll have to put up with it or avoid the markets. I’m dying to taste the food and see the mosques.

    • Irene – I hate to say this (it’s so contrary to what I believe!), but think it might be easier to handle if you have a man with you. I would suspect that women “under the protection” of a man would not be viewed as a target nearly as much as a lone woman (or in our case, two unaccompanied women) would be. I just can’t wrap my mind fully around that mind-set!

  5. Bevchen – A murder?!? Okay, that’s it! Definitely no more tour packages for me!

    Jazz – Oh, I forgot one more thing that I didn’t really enjoy: the toilets in which you cannot put your used toilet paper (the pipes are apparently too small). You have to put it in the regular garbage – and pray both that it’s not TOO hot that day and that the hotel cleaners empty it out quickly!

    XUP – It’s funny: intellectually I knew all about the Muslim thing, but to actually see and experience it was still more discomfiting than I had anticipated it would be. And yet – and yet – I can foresee a trip to Egypt in my future!

  6. I’d have a hard time with that Muslim thing, too. Which is why places like that are not on the top of my list of places to go, no matter how lovely the scenery and architecture. But you’re a real trooper. Like Jazz said, if those are the only few things that weren’t perfect about your vacation then you did okay!

  7. Yep, all in all you did pretty good if that’s the worst of your vacation. Kudos to you!

  8. My grandparents like to go on tour-type holidays. They used to take my sister and I. The year I was 17 they took us on a tour of Europe – which I only agreed to go on because Austria was included and I’d always wanted to go to Austria. It was awful! We had to be up at 6 am every day, most of the places we visited we only had a few hours in so we hardly got to see anything and on night there was a murder in the hotel we stayed in (we found out the next morning when we got back on the bus and there was a police man with the driver who was asking everyone if they had seen/heard anything. This was after my grandparents had accused my sister and I of running up and down the corridors in the middle of the night and keeping them awake. It wasn’t us… it was a murderer!)