Leave your Type A behaviour behind, when on the road, and live like a local. Only a philistine would go to Mexico and start the day with soggy cornflakes instead of Huevos rancheros (a classic, not to mention, sensational Mexican breakfast of tortillas, rice, beans, and eggs smothered in a spicy red sauce). Or trek to Thailand only to eat McDonalds most days.
Sure you might not like the local delicacies (the Filipino favourite balut – an 18-day-old fertilised duck egg – certainly made me squirm) but how do you know if you don’t give them a chance? In the words of one James Michener: “If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion, and avoid the people, you might better stay home.”
Learn to love the long-haul flight
Chances are there aren’t many people who use the word ‘love’ and ‘long-haul flights’ in the same sentence. Me? I’m more than happy on a long-haul flight. London to Buenos Aires, London to Sydney, London to Honolulu… I’ve done my fair share of long-haul flights - and I’ve loved them all.
I’m often asked how I cope - with the lack of sleep, the bad food, the layovers, the crossing of several time zones, lost luggage, flight delays, I could continue - but the truth is that I view a long-haul flight as a mini holiday in itself. Long-haulers allow me to turn off technology, read the book that has been sitting on my bedside table since Christmas and watch the films I missed first time around, while being fed and watered. Amen.