I support “emotional support” companions, but where is the line? I mean, I know this guy who loves his alligator.
Some thoughts just have to be spoken. Let me know what you think. I know it’s too long, but if you survive, an opinion would be appreciated. I’m reading and at few points the language gets kinda “salty”. 🤭🤓
I came to Winter Park to find a Trader Joe’s and you had one! Also nearby is an Irish Pub and a Shake Shack?! I Love Shakes! I must go in. One chocolate shake please, no crap on top. What, double chocolate? Um Yeah!!! Dee-lish! This is the perfect town! And, it’s a glorious 78 degrees outside. So if you’re stuck inside for a meeting or it’s cold outside, well, Sucks to be you!
I highly recommend getting away to Orlando if it’s cold where you are. It’s a wonderful feeling to wear a t-shirt in January. Points and Miles work Great here!
- Fairfield by Marriott 3 nights $853.00 or 30,000 Points ($270.00 in value). Used 30k Points!
- Silvercar, Audi for 3 days $126.00 or free with Sapphire Reserve $300.00 Credit. Used Sapphire!
- Uber from Airport. Free with AMEX Platinum $15.00 each month Uber Credit.
- 2 Allegiant Air r/t tickets. $210.00. Used Ritz-Carlton $300 Credit to pay for carry-on, seats and priority boarding (2018) Bought Tickets In 2017 using Ritz-Carlton 2017 Credit. Total cost $0
- Ate on the plane $16.00 or free with Ritz-Carlton Credit. Free
Total out of pocket for 4 days 3 nights in Orlando. $0.00. Even the 30k for Marriott were from a sign up bonus. Probably will cancel Ritz-Carlton next month when renewal comes. Anyway, enjoy the view!
After a seven, 7, 5+2=7, week hiatus 🤪, we are FINALLY back on an Airplane traveling. Looking out the window as the plane ascended through the clouds, was glorious. Welcome to Florida! Uber, Silvercar and Marriott. Good times!
This is a cautionary tale of travel. Ok, cautionary but hilarious. I was thumbing through my pictures of our trip to China and oddly, I found this photo. It looks like a bathroom floor but in reality, it’s the entrance to hell; at least that’s what I thought that day…
So how did I end up staring into the abyss? It started in Vietnam. When we travel, we like to wander and we wandered into a “restaurant”, for lack of a better word, for some Pho. The #1 Rule of travel is “don’t drink the water” especially in countries that have signs everywhere that say “don’t drink the water”. The first thing I noticed as we enter, is a lady sitting on the floor pulling cooked chicken off the bones and putting the meat in a bowl. The stack of bones was about two feet tall, so I concluded that she had been at it a while.
We sit down, order Pho and drink some strange packaged beverage while we’re waiting. By the way, Pho is a noodle/vegetable soup kinda thing and I ordered mine with meat (not chicken).
Our meal came, it was good and we left. I spent the next hour trying to identify what kind of mystery meat was in my soup and finally gave up as it was probably better not to know. That night, my stomach was not very happy. Soon we go to Cambodia and things go bad fast. Four days later we’re in China and while I felt okay, my digestive system was having epic problems.
I always believed that I had two things going for me; a garbage gut and a twisted sense of humor. The first was a mess, the second was having a heyday. I couldn’t help but think of all those movies in which so and so slipped a laxative into someone’s drink and the hysterical bathroom scene that followed. I looked around for cameras, thankfully there weren’t any.
While in China, we took a bus tour and ended up near Changping. After forcing myself to eat lunch, the proverbial “sh#t hit the fan” and I was in desperate need of a bathroom. It was a chilly day and I was wearing multiple layers of shirts and a coat. I finally found a bathroom, sort of. Picture a large room with stalls and no doors. On the floor, a hole. No rails, no hooks and to my horror, no toilet paper. Apparently it was a “bring your own” kinda place.
I stood over the hole, peering into the abyss seeing only darkness with no bottom; I expected flames. People were walking by. I realized that I was now in hell and was running out of options quick.
They say necessity is the father of invention and I was at critical mass. I learned three things that day; The gate to hell is way too small, Pho is an evil soup and that I came in wearing a t-shirt and left in a halter top. Desperate times and all that.
Finding the exit as fast as possible, I stealthily made my way to the bus, waiting for the maintenance crew to run screaming from the building in search of the culprit.
Ultimately, I was able to leave the country without being arrested and forced to clean that building. It took an additional two weeks to clear that nightmare from my system. It never occurred to me that I would ever catch a stomach bug, but I forgot one important thing; Pho is a soup and that soup usually has a broth and that broth is made with water and that water probably came from a faucet that has a sign above it that says “don’t drink the water”. I do also hope the maintenance guy is done with his therapy and back to living a normal life.
One of the best parts of Travel is the joy of experiencing the beauty of art and culture of other countries. The pictures below were found and posted by https://www.instagram.com/kulikovanastya08, who, please forgive me if I’m wrong, is from Ukraine. She has an excellent “eye” for beautiful paintings.
Rule #1. When at the Airport, Don’t mess with TSA. Rarely will a confrontation with TSA staff end well. Don’t try and deceive them or cut corners on the rules. Travel can be challenging enough, so just “play nice”.
Our return from St. Louis marked the end of our 2017 Travels. It’s been an amazing year and I am looking forward to 2018. Our next trip is to Florida in January. In an article dated July 31st, 2017, I broke the numbers down for the first half of our year. I’ll list the numbers for the second half of the year and then I’ll do a grand total for 2017. We started the second half with a trip to Santa Fe, NM and ended the year in St. Louis, MO.
- 12 trips, ranging from 1-7 days
- Stayed in 12 different hotel Brands
- Stayed in 1 VRBO
- Stayed in 1 AirBnB
- Flew ~11,000 Air Miles
- Drove ~8,740 Miles
- Rented 6 Vehicles
- Used 3 Ubers
- Endured 9 different Airports
- Held Lilly’s hand for 24 airplane take-offs and landings
- Visited 12 US States
Clearly the second half of the year was a bit more sedate than the first half.
Here are the combined numbers for Travelinggump.com’s 2017 Travels:
- 28 Trips, ranging from 1-17 days.
- Stayed a total of 119 nights in various Hotels
- Stayed in 2 VRBO’s
- Stayed in 1 AirBnB
- Flew ~60,000 Air Miles
- Drove ~15,440 Miles
- Rented 13 vehicles
- Endured 31 Airports ( A few more than once).
- Held Lilly’s hand for 86 take-offs and landings
- Visited 19 US States
- Visited 5 different Countries
- Took 7 buses
- Took 4 Taxi’s
- Used Uber 9 times
- Used Lyft once
- Used one Roller Coaster to get to and from the Great Wall of China
- Used 3 Tuk-Tuks
- Added well over 1.5 Million Points/Miles to my travel portfolio
- Reached Diamond status with Hilton, Platinum with Marriott/Ritz and Starwood, Spire Elite with IHG (Intercontinental and Holiday Inn) and Discoverist with Hyatt (Ho-Hum).
- Loved Every Single Minute Of It All! (except maybe the tummy bug I caught in Vietnam, not so much).
Wishing you Happy Travels and a Wonderful 2018!
As the year draws to a close, I realized we had no travel plans for New Years. The year can’t end this way! 2017 has been an amazing travel year that came in like a lion. A quick check of Hotels and a trip to St Louis was added for the 30th-31st. I’m doing the Marriott Platinum Challenge and St. Louis will make #8 of the needed 9 stays. The St. Louis Marriott Grand and a nice dinner at Mizu Sushi Bar made for a great end to a wonderful year. It’s hard to believe that this time last year, we were in New York on Times Square. I wish everyone the best and blessed 2018 possible and as always, Happy Travels!
If New Orleans were a vegetable, it would be a sweet onion. It’s all about the layers. This amazing city offers to you what you seek. Want a light historical stroll? Fine, no problem. Want to experience more, keep digging and this City will open it’s Soul. But beware, the more layers you peel back, the “deeper” you go and it can be overwhelming. I’m good for about 5 layers of 10. The voodoo and spirits freak me out, yet I just can’t stay away. (Maybe it’s the food). This is definitely a bucket list City!
Adding a mixture of personalities into that compressed melting pot we call an airplane, is rarely without some form of drama. Usually it’s frustrated parents of crying children or someone snoring too loudly. But occasionally, the pot boils over and the harmony of our little micro-city is threatened. It usually involves alcohol, a bad attitude and/or a big mouth. Flying from Dallas to Las Vegas yesterday, the trio came together and I can’t help but offer a few thoughts:
- If you’re an “angry” drunk, don’t drink and fly.
- If you do, don’t be an ass.
- If you’re drunk, angry and an ass, don’t get into a racially charged argument with fellow passengers of color and use racial slurs.
- If your wife tells your drunk, angry, racist ass to be nice, don’t threaten her with assault and call her names.
- If you absolutely can’t help yourself and decide to do all of the above, don’t be surprised when someone approaches and “gently” puts you back in your seat and then refuses to let you to continue running your mouth and making threats.
- If you’re a fellow passenger and see a similar situation brewing, don’t sit there hoping the situation corrects itself on it’s own; it won’t.
- A Proven recipe for trouble: all the above and standing there watching, doing nothing, waiting until the very drunk, angry passenger actually does what he has threatened to do and THEN trying to get involved.
And lastly, don’t get stupid on an Airplane. The TSA, Airport Police and the Airline staff will cure your attitude problem in the most unpleasant of ways and chuck what’s left of your embarrassed ass off the plane. If you’re lucky.
There are two ways to be “that” guy; be the threatening drunk or be the person watching the threatening drunk and doing nothing. Don’t be “that” guy.
This is how I work, it starts with a simple idea. I was idle and wanted to write about how I’m bored and I need to travel… So I write:
It’s the time in between, the weary traveler did groan
Of past journeys and the fear that another shan’t come
That heralds the end, beneath his name carved in stone
Three sentences, basically I’m bored, where will I go next and if I don’t, I’m going to die.
Then I added and added and… until this, now its a poetic story. I envisioned a tire swing and ended up with … well you decide.
The Traveler’s End
O’ weary traveler, aged and too weak, lies resting in the grass and soon falls asleep. He dreams of past travels, his path lies ahead, but is blocked by an Angel, who’s voice speaks of dread. He opens his eyes, his journey complete, for he has seen his fate and soon starts to weep.
Resting nearby, She’s saddened to see, that the traveler has learned, what is now to be. His adventures have ended and time will not wait, for St. Peter is standing, holding open the gate.
Heaven hath decreed and called out his name, She learns that Death’s been sent, to take him away.
Though the hourglass has spoken as no sand remains, the soul of the traveler, owns her heart just the same. She cries out to heaven, for here he must stay, but the Angels refused, crossed their arms and looked away.
As Death drew near, aware of her plight, he cautions her gently, not to resist Heavens might. Softly she spoke, as that is her way and begged Death to leave, without much delay.
Death paused for moment, unsure what to say, then bows to her warmly and leaves, on his way. But Heaven was watching and reminded him his task and also that pleasing Mother Nature, is not what was asked.
Now the traveler was at peace and all that remained, was for Death to guide him back, to that Heavenly domain. Impatience was growing, within the Celestial reign and Death was reminded, to look once again.
Death peered into the darkness, but no traveler was seen, as She had blinded his eyes, by a deft use of rain. He had others to tend and soon he was gone, as many souls still need passage, to the land lying beyond.
She went to the traveler and protected him from sight, as the angels were curious where he had gone to that night. Mother nature is strong and incredibly wise, She keeps what she wants, from all prying eyes.
Though never thought fickle or a thief in the night, Mother Nature surprised Heaven, by cunning and might. The Angels then wisely, after searching all night, chose to not turn this folly, into a Celestial fight.
What virtue has he, to earn such a right, to be hidden from Heaven at this very time?
He was gentle to her, our Mother you see, kind with her home, as true traveler’s should be. He basked in her beauty and never once did stray, always “smelling the roses” as he traveled each day.
In sunlight they wander, though the Angels do stare, Mother Nature and the traveler, walk the earth, hand in hand.
As twilight comes and the sun yields to night, their two souls join as one, turning darkness to light.
He now sleeps within her bosom, eternally at home, resting ‘neath his name, carved in white marbled stone.