Interests: Travelling
The science park, Gdynia.
Not quite Croydon
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After screening job applications, I began to wonder why so
many people have “interests: travel” on their CV to make them sound more unique
and thought? Oddly, no one ever puts interests: business travel, probably with
good reason. Business travel is really no fun, admittedly this is a massive
#middleclassproblem, but. Going somewhere “new and interesting” for work sounds
amazing, but when you arrive only to stay in an identi-kit business hotel in a science
park on the outskirts of somewhere that looks a little bit, but not quite like
Croydon, the shine goes off. My nadir experience was spending less than 24
hours in Gdynia (Poland), apparently the twin city of Gdansk, in the middle of
winter. Gdansk, so the guidebook tells me, is a beautiful example of eastern
European mediaeval architecture, Gdynia – less so. All I saw was the airport,
some rain, a Tesco, a science park, some snow falling whilst my taxi driver
drove at >10000000 miles an hour, Gdansk dock in the dark and the airport.
At least there are connecting flights from London (Luton), so I only had to
drive for another 2 hours to get home, rubbish.
Another day, another Novotel.
2 stand up guys in Bangkok |
One of the soul destroying features of business travel is the
decision by someone to make all business hotels look the same. Except the
shower controls, which are always different but have only 2 settings, too hot
or too cold. When the decision was made to make all hotel rooms look the same, did
they decide that two king sized beds was necessary and more worryingly, what
were they last used for? On one trip to Bangkok, a Thai friend with whom I did
my PhD escorted me round her home city. Turns out that to most people white man,
Thai woman means a different kind of escorting. When we got to the hotel I was
told very politely that ‘extra guests’ were not allowed. Now this was
mortifying on a whole number of levels. Firstly for my friend who is an
academic running her own lab and was horribly pigeonholed because of me,
secondly for myself for apparently looking like a western sex tourist but
finally for my night’s sleep and the hope that the sheets get well laundered if
this is a common problem. PS answers, she isn’t, I am not, they do. It’s not
only that these hotels are all the same, it’s also that they are all not home
and inevitably I have a sub standards night sleep, because it’s either too hot,
too cold, pillow’s too hard or not (even with the pillow menu), bed’s the wrong
shape, there’s a pea under the bottom mattress, I ate something with coffee in
sometime earlier in the week etc. On reflection I might be a fussy sleeper.
The king of rock and roll
Thanks Courtney, that looks lovely pet |
I could go on about the enumerate, ungrateful petty problems
I have when I am travelling, But this has all taken a slightly unfunny, Michael
Macintyre-stating the bleeding obvious-it’s funny coz its true riff. Instead, I
will admit a lot of my whinging is for ‘comic’ effect – and because I like the
sound of my own voice, even on paper. There are, to be honest, a number of
positives about travelling with work. The biggest one is that you get to
pretend you are a Rockstar, admittedly not a huge cocaine snorting, 18 girl
orgy, room trashing, TV out the window, rolls Royce in the swimming pool, Keith
Richards/Keith Moon/Axel Rose/Tommy Lee Rockstar. To be honest it’s a bit
closer to being James Blunt, but he’s still a Rockstar (and does have an
awesome Twitter response history). Leaving clothes on the floor, not making the
bed, leaving the lid of the toothpaste tube and coming back to find the room
immaculate, amazing. It is just possible that my aspirational Rockstar status
is a bit adrift from reality, but I bet Kurt Cobain never put the lid on the
toothpaste – that’s probably why Courtney Love shot him. Like I said, not
superstar stuff, but still quite a treat, especially when you spend most of
your time clearing up after wayward children and PhD students. Having low
expectations helps.
How to win at travel
Asides from the low budget Rockstar fantasies, there are a
number of things that do make life on the road endurable:
Skype (other free video conferencing software is available)
One of the toughest things is being away from your family.
In the not so distant past, staying in touch would have meant acquiring
handfuls of small change, then standing in some freezing, piss filled phone
booth or paying exorbitant hotel dial out rates. Now with the ubiquity of smart
phones and Wi-Fi you can video link into the heart of the home at the most
inconvenient times – bath time is best – to remind yourself of the chaos you
have left behind at home and that being away from it for a few days is probably
not so bad.
The Euro
I am not entirely clear about the economic arguments, but
having one currency for every country I go to is amazing. It means having a
wallet preloaded with some kind of monopoly money which you can use for every
trip. Until you go somewhere in Europe which isn’t in the EU. (NB John’s travel
tip – they use Krone in Iceland)
Running
One way in which I differentiate between different places is
to go for a run. Again t ’internet is a Godsend as with the help of mapping
apps you can find a reasonably decent run. Normally around some of the finer
turn of the century soviet era light industrial estate in the rain, but at
least you see something to indicate you’ve left home.
Being fussy
One thing I only recently discovered is that you are the
customer. If you are from outside England, this is probably not a revelation,
but to us it is mind blowing. Rather than meekly putting up with a pokey garret
next to the lift with a broken toilet, I have started asking for a quiet room
at the outset and if it is no good going back and asking for another one. This
has considerably upped the quality of the experience.
Amazing things sometimes happen
Swimming in a glacial melt river in Iceland that has been
heated by volcanic run off to bath hot temperature whilst being paid by the EU.
If every member of UKIP got to do this I think they’d soon change their tune.
Beer
Drinking Belgian beer with Danes
at 2 in the morning… what could go wrong?