While in Costa Rica, I was talking to an older gentleman about my next big travel dream, in which I fly to France, pop over to Switzerland (where I'll meet my niece Karley for an epic snowboarding extravaganza) and then get on the train. I'll head up to Denmark, over to Poland and then make my way down down down through Eastern Europe seeing as much as I can on the way to Greece and Turkey. Then I bop on over to Egypt and the Middle East and finally fly to India/Nepal/Burma, stay there for several months and then come home via Japan.
(And it might even happen if I could ever make more than $35 in tips during a shift at the Lodge. Stupid ice...)
Anyway, he had a reason why I should NOT go to any of those places. The two most memorable were:
This man was quite sure I would be kidnapped and then sold into the sex trade -- "they love the blonde haired/blue eyed's, you know". My roommate Nicole squashed that notion by informing him that I'm too old for that. Ouch.
"They don't have toilets in India. People go to the bathroom in the streets. And, you -- being blonde haired/blue eyed, people are going to want to see what you look like down there."