There are always certain rules that you have to follow to survive any type of foreign travel. Some times these rules are general and count to everyone, some times they are gender or age specific and some times they are personal ones created from experience. These rules are for safety, health and sanity reasons. There is no book out there to places all these rules in one place (there are too many and most are common sense) and the fun of travelling is to make your own set of rules, especially when your travelling on your own. But for some reason I have rules and yes I keep ignoring them. Not serious ones but the main sanity rules and this point is close to my heart and has affected lots of travellers before me and will strike again, I am only trying to help. One of my personal rules is never give into food cravings as you always want western food! Don’t get me wrong I am not a preacher saying when in Asia only Asian food –these people just annoy me- but western food in Asia is never going to be as good as it is back home, because the people who make it don’t grow up western food so why would they know home to make it as well as a chef in England, they wouldn’t. ‘But why not give into your cravings?’ I hear you ask and that is were sanity comes in. It comes in here, so I wake up and to date I have been away for 107 days (I haven’t counted, I am keeping a journal (actually not sure what’s worse). That is 107 days with no real western food except for a slip up involving Ronald McDonald and a Chicken Mariaja mac –I felt dirty and it was awful- so I woke up this morning craving baked beans on toast, which they happen to do on the menu at the hostel, whoopee. It is here that my morning took a turn for the worst. As the waitress presents the food in front of me, like a contestant on Master Chef in front of the judges, I take my knife and fork into the sweet look breakfast of champions and then like a sledge hammer my depression hits me, the beans are rubbish and the toast is that sweet bread they have outside of the UK. My day and my happiness crumbles around me. But luckily I have my friends around to support me… HA!
So the moral of the story kids is this. Never get your hopes up at home food will travelling! I hope this little message can help some poor hungover smuck before we have another victim of ‘home food fever!’