There was a time when I traveled hard core. I was out for a flight or a long bus ride almost every weekend. Some are planned out, some spontaneous, but no matter how carefully crafted the itinerary is, we’ll most likely be spending the night somewhere cheap. It terms of traveling expenses, the sleeping situation is the least among my priorities. I’ve slept in smelly hostels, hostels with ceilings that are falling apart, rooms where I can get tetanus with one clumsy move. I’ve slept in public health offices, tents, and even a monastery. I always thought, you’ll be out most of the day anyway, it’s just a place to store your things and sleep. You wouldn’t mind the mildew or the curious noise on the roof once you get your shut eye. I never understood why people would spend so much money on a hotel room. You’re on a vacation. You’re supposed to be outdoors.
And then the years rolled in, and I became one of those people.
Gone are the days where I can sleep on cots on wooden bamboo frames or earth mats in camping grounds. Before, I can just go without knowing where I will be sleeping. I can sleep on the bus, on the plane, in a corner in a random room sitting down. Now, one of the first things I have to ask is where will I be sleeping. See, when you hit 30, body parts start hurting. It’s not that I’ve packed up and given up on my adventurous spirit. I just don’t think one night of sleeping on something cold and hard in a cramped fetal position is worth weeks of pain and a trip to the doctor. Plus, as you get older, vacations begin to look more like vacations, and not the amazing race-like itinerary kind of trip your 24 year old self was particularly proud of.
Right now, priority is a comfortable sleep. When my friend, Mabel, on a holiday from cold cold Canada, wanted to go to the beach, I said, ‘let’s’, as long as we stay in a nice resort, maybe Cebu. Choices were thrown in, but considerations were made: I just want a landtrip and do not want the hassle of rushing to make it to the boat schedule. I want it in front of an empty beach, like the resort feels like a private one, with very little to no guests. I want good food, cooked to my liking. And if I’m not sleeping on my own bed for a couple of nights, I want an airconditioned room, with a very comfortable bed.
And that’s why for the second time, we ended up in Hale Manna.
Get your adventures in while your young kids. When you reach my age, you just want to be on the beach reading the book, and by sunset, take your book on your airconditioned room and sleep.
This is 34.