“Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.” – Anthony Bourdain
Welcome to the new world of travel. It is going to be a bumpy ride, but it will always be worth it. It is an insatiable thirst, once tasted, always needed. Always wanted.
The thought of not being able to travel again, this year, was a heartbreaking experience, for me. I decided, it was not going to be – to sit and wonder and dream of places I needed to visit, and be satisfied to stay at home and embrace Covid. For five months, I sat at home, in South Africa, but dared to venture out to explore the little I could and it was life changing, in my own back yard. Yet the yearning and the not being able to go beyond borders, seemed stifling, controlling even, and a first repatriation flight for me. Fortunately, and through much hardship, I now have two passports.
Back in London, the fingers were tapping for places to go. I was not fast enough it seems, for the more I looked, the more the borders closed down in Europe. Quarantine again. Go close, I thought, mask in hand, go close, and it was Bath to be. And this is where the travel consultant ventured, and learned, and makes sure she can advise her clients about the experience of Covid travel. It seemed so simple, a train trip to Bath, a budget hotel – I have been to Bath so many times, but wanted to see how the world, and travel had changed, or adapted to the new way of being.
Of course. Distance above all. The saddest Railway station welcome to date. Ticker tape evidence, everywhere. There is no dining service on the Train, but the journey itself was gorgeous, through Wiltshire, relaxing and letting the countryside whizz by. If you are looking for assistance on arrival, best to follow the appropriate apps on your mobile, for humans are scare on the ground.
I had arrived early. In the past, this was no problem and you could either check in early, or leave your bags at the hotel and return for check in. I say this now in terms of a budget hotel: arrival was an empty reception area. To call on the phone for assistance. Skeleton staff doing all the work, and that included the cleaning, so I was a little concerned as to the quality cleaning of my room. That’s ok, I thought, will leave my bag, and venture into rainy Bath for the afternoon. No leaving of luggage.
NB. This has not been my experience is upgraded hotels. One can still leave your luggage pre or post stay.
I make notes: does Covid travelling exclude Budget hotels with limited staff for a while?
So it was to spend the afternoon walking through Bath with my luggage, backpack and, feeling like a tortoise with a fancy umbrella, ventured across the river into the heart of the city. This is when you realise that life, or the virus, has sucked the last of small coffee shops, little rendezvous havens and though the actual Baths were open, timed tickets were required. All looked desolate and sad, even the Roman gods on the edge of the pools. Was it just the rain, the only day of rain, that seemed to create such a morose scene? Lack of hoards in summertime visits, but there were a few diehards waiting outside Sally Lunn’s Buns to tuck into tradition and take that ever important Instagram.
As a good travel consultant does, always checking to see where the good eating places are, where the great toilet facilities are, which hotels had actually opened, I was determined to make the best of it. Despite the rain, the Abbey Hotel offered a great Afternoon tea and lot of sympathy for the bedraggled, wet person I was, with the luggage.
In the midst of Summer, Bath was pouring down. A gap in the sky had me going back to my hotel. Now the wi-fi was an issue, and bookings for breakfast strictly observed by time slots. With masks. And this is the moment of travel, for now. I got soaked in Bath, I had to lug the luggage, but was I sorry I went? Not for a minute. It was going back to a gorgeous city, with a history of Jane Austen, the Romans, the Crescent, the beautiful parks and gardens. It rains in England and I can only say, if you travel when it rains, you find other gems you would normally pass by on a sunny day.
So what am I saying? Travel. Do it anyway. We get used to the masks and the lonely stations. We fly and a face quarantine but it will always be worth it. The summer is coming to an end but there are are so many local places to visit – the Staycation option is brimming and busy – even to the point of struggling to find accommodation. The point is to get out there and experience the best travel can offer, but be beware of the changes and go with the flow.
Loved Bath: parts deserted, other fully functioning. Rain or shine. Check with your hotel before you travel about left luggage and rules.
Flights are cheaper now – specials are really worthwhile. London, where I am based, is open for business. For some, the borders may still be closed, but wherever you are, support your local tourism and visit. It is so essential that we get tourism back on its feet, for all of us. So maybe you need to adapt, we all are, and the more we do, the sooner we get to travel the way we used to.
First trip down. Different but lovely. Dare I say this, but maybe spend a little more for upmarket hotels that offer more in the way of comfort at this time.
Oh, and Italy is still open … guess where I’m going next …
I cannot imagine my life without travel. Don’t intend to.