Well after all that self-absorbed and self-indulgent hullabaloo in my previous post it’s time to get back to business.
What’s Solo Travel going to look like in The New Not-Normal?
The answer is…. Not-Solo travel. In fact, Not-Travel at all.
Solo travel can be, for me at least, stressful enough as it is without adding in a whole new set of potential worries and protocols to be adhered to.
It’s been reported this week that some beaches are reopening in Europe in order to kick off the tourist season.
Now, while I accept that this is important for the livelihoods of millions of people who rely on the tourist trade, in practice I really can’t see how it’s going to work. And if it does work, how it can possibly be enjoyable?
Surely the point of taking a trip or going on holiday is to relax. How can anyone do that when you’re constantly monitoring your personal space and having to manage your interactions with other people? To me that doesn’t sound at all enjoyable – it sounds like a huge source of unnecessary stress.
Sitting in a cocktail bar sipping a mojito while wearing a mask?
Table at a waterfront taverna surrounded by plastic screens?
Can’t see it myself.
I wasn’t going to be travelling much this year anyway – certainly not on a plane – but the more I think about it the more I realise in all likelihood I’m not going to be going anywhere at all.
This year I had a trip booked to Bristol for March which has been rearranged for November. Unless things change dramatically – which is difficult to imagine now – then I shan’t be going.
The thought of five hours on a bus with all those germs, mask or no, arriving in a strange city trying to dodge queues outside shops and people rushing towards me. Constant hand washing in the hotel. Trying to stand two metres from anyone else at the gig I’m attending.
I appreciate that I’m not known for my optimism but I honestly can’t see it happening. Even if it were physically possible I just don’t want to do it.
There’s a big hoo-ha at the minute about people flocking to beaches in their droves even though we are supposed to be maintaining social distancing. Part of the reason seems to have been the government’s non-specific advice which is open to interpretation. The other is down to the fact that people are, by and large, knobheads.
When it comes to travel re-starting I recognise that for many families an annual holiday is their one chance a year to spend some quality time together. It’s reported that there will be a surge in British holidays this year with people camping or staying in holiday cottages. There’s also talk of introducing an extra Bank Holiday in October in order to increase the length of the summer season and therefore enable hoteliers and other people who rely on tourism for their income to off-set some of their losses.
This all makes sense I suppose. For other people. Not for me.
I love the seaside as much as the next person – and seeing the sea is on my list of the first things I want do do once all this is over. But at the present time if the realities are spreading germs or dodging out of the way of other people then I can certainly live without it for as long as is necessary.
I have other priorities in any case. I need to sort out my personal circumstances which includes finding a new home for me and my little cat. Such an undertaking would be costly and challenging at the best of times, never mind at the minute.
So the New Not-Normal is Not-Solo Travel. I can only hope that this changes in time.
Well that’s this slightly less emotional post over.
Sending you a virtual virus-free hug