The first and most pushy lesson I was faced with when planning this trip, was that every country is incredibly dangerous. Not all countries are created equal you see. Some are as safe as can be, while others would make Liam Neeson shake in his boots... mmm maybe not Liam Neeson.
As far as I can tell, danger ratings can range from “zip your bag, wear it cross-body and you’ll be fine” to “near certain chance of being kidnapped and sold on the sex trade” danger. Then of course there’s run of the mill terrorism, or simple street muggings. As terrifying as notions such as these are, I am not particularly inclined to regard many of the warnings.
It is too foreign to me that almost every country other than my own is exceptionally dangerous to visit. Of course I hope that I will travel safely through each place and return home in one piece. However if I truly believed every warning that came my way, I wouldn’t travel the world at all; and honestly, for me it’s worth the risk. This could be a consequence of living on a super safe island all my life, excluding the wildlife of course.
Furthermore, any countries that actually do fall on the zip-your-bag end of the scale, are usually so expensive I would have to sell a kidney and sizeable portion of my liver to afford travel there. Which negates the safe travel warnings anyway, doesn’t it?
So in light of all this, I have all the internet-warnings, friend-advice and concerned-mum information I need… and then some. I have taken due heed of the warnings offered, and kindly set them aside. I thank you for the knowledge you have provided me thus far, and I continue forward with steady feet and a heavy bag.
Tate x
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