Having been back from our first family holiday for a few days, I now feel ready to talk about our travelling journey
I don’t travel well, I know it, Mr DC knows it, in fact everyone knows it…. I … do… not… travel… well! end of story.
I do blame my mum for this trait, as she also doesn’t travel well. It is not pin pointed to a particular mode of transport, in fact I have been known to get sick travelling to Bluewater Shopping Centre (20 minutes journey from our house)
Anyway our holiday started at 3am, as we left for the airport, already I’m feeling that ‘travel sick’ feeling on the journey to the airport. Fuzzy head, tight throat, anxious tummy. Due to some confusion with our flights and check in, we were in a complete rush to get to the gate, which made me an emotional sicky wreck (really attractive right now as you can imagine) Mr DC managed the luggage, the children and me! I had made multiple trips to the toilet by this point. Our hotel was 60 minutes from the airport, which we booked a private taxi. There is no way I can manage the tour operated coach journeys. If I can I generally sit in the front when travelling, so I let Mr DC fit the babies in the back and I sorted myself out in the front with the driver. I hate the feeling I get when I travel, I try and sit as still as possible but my head, my eyes all feel horrible!
But we arrived, it took me a good hour to feel normal again, now to enjoy our holiday….
The day before we return I start getting the anxious feeling knowing we will be doing the whole travelling thing soon. The journey home was slight better although still horrendous. Our taxi was due to pick us up at 715, it turns 720 and no sign. Mr DC could see my anxiety levels were increasing, and I was on the verge of tears once again. It was all a bit of a language barrier mix up, we said 715 and they thought we said 750! Luckily one phone call to the taxi driver and he was there within a few minutes. Normal car journey and I sit as still as I can trying not to stir the sickness pot. I do pretty well, until the very last minute. As we pull up to the drop off point, the driver opens the door and I immediately throw up all over the floor. A poor cleaner passes me a plastic bag and waits with a mop until I have finished! A lovely Spanish lady offered me some water. Oh the shame!!! the rest of our journey despite a small delay actually was ok, no more sickness, and back to normal a few hours later.
I have now decided it is time I do something about my inability to travel. I know certain things that help; eating, sipping water etc but I really want to get to the bottom of this issue. I really want my children to see the world, and right now my ability or inability to travel will put a stop to that. I do not want Mop Top and Bear to be bad travellers, and as they get older I don’t want them to pick up on my anxieties and worries.
I am yet to do any research into fixing this problem, but I am thinking hypnosis?! If you have any top travelling tips feel free to comment.
P.S I would never attempt to read whilst travelling!