My travelling days aren’t over yet

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We got off the train and outside the station we met “a guide” and he said he would take us to Fez. He seemed OK, so we agreed, though we had no idea what was to happen.

We were taken to the old city of Fez, the old Medina part of the city and not the tourist area as we were expecting. Within three days we had packed and left.

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We were told when we got there, after paying for three days, we could take a shower at the hotel but we had to watch that we weren’t gassed!!

Then we were taken to the markets, told it was a beef hamburger and found out it was camel. While we were in the markets our guide was handcuffed and taken away by the police.

On the way getting out of the country I had to catch a train after leaving my friends at a different train station. To get onto the train I had to run alongside the train and jump up into one of the carriages as it didn’t stop as they were afraid if they did a bomb may be planted.

A year after coming back home I heard on the radio that a British tourist died while being gassed at a hotel in Fez. I knew straightaway where that was. There is a lot more to my story but that was real scary. It was very disappointing also as I would have liked to see more of Morocco.

I have a few other stories of when I was a lot younger and more recently. Ive taken flying lessons in New Zealand, stood on top of a glacier, hitched around both islands, travelled through Australia and to New Zealand, Thailand, America, Europe, Mexico and South Africa.

Working and living in New Zealand and South Africa was a unique experience. In South Africa I worked  in recovery at a hospital and looked after one of seven known people with giantism in the world at that time. He’d had 17 operations when I met him as his bones didn’t stop growing.

I also met a Zulu prince as back then only royalty could get treatment at the all-white hospital. I worked in theatre alongside surgeons who worked with Nobel Prize-winning surgeon who revolutionised medicine, Christiaan Barnard.

I remember one day one of the surgeons couldn’t find where this abdominal abscess was and he was totally freaked out, afraid the patient was going to die. I remember my guides telling me where to tell him to look, it was meant to be that day because we saved her life.

I also worked in a children’s ward and remember this one women would leave her five-year-old in the park in Johannesburg for all the park derelicts to babysit for her when she wanted to spend a Friday night out.

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I don’t know how the little girl was found, though she used to end up in kids ward. I’m sure she ended being taken away from her mother.

I also remember watching a elderly man die within seven days in hospital as he believed the featherfoot, or a bad spirit, was after him.

Another time, while doing a reading I warned someone to check out a breast lump. She didn’t know she had it and lucky she went and got a check up, because the doctor told her if she hadn’t she would have died.

Solo travel has taught me a lot and how to look after myself traveling alone. I don’t find travelling daunting at all on my own now as I did back then. I have a different mindset now.

Solo travel is great because you meet so many new people on your own you normally wouldn’t travelling with other people. I guess my travelling days aren’t over as I still have a few more plans to travel. I’ve travelled since I was 17 and have a lot more memories and a few more places to go, yet.

What are some of your solo travel memories? Let us know in the comments section below.

 

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