for making my first mid-life crisis, empty-nest adventure so wonderfully brilliant. From Hanoi to Hue to Ho Chi Minh city, I have fallen hopelessly in love with this wonderful country and it’s people and quite honestly I can’t wait to go back.
And yes, despite being fifty-something, we did survive with just rucksacks and we didn’t need half of what we took. We didn’t get sick, as everyone said we would and we definitely didn’t need the help of an organised tour, which quite frankly, having watched many shuffle by, looking knackered and miserable, we are soooo glad we avoided.
Because that’s the beauty of modern technology. If you can use the internet, all the information you need is available to book your own itinerary. We trawled through Trip Advisor, Booking.com and Air B&B, making notes, reading reviews and finally pulling a trip together that we hoped would tick as many of our boxes as possible in three weeks. We booked a mixture of Homestays, overnight trains, budget hotels, treks, cruises, street food tours, cooking courses, taxis, internal flights, mopeds and even a posh hotel, all from the comfort of our kitchen before we left, our accommodation when we there or even the airport at last minute.
And amazingly, nothing went wrong. Not one single thing. It all turned out to be a brilliant adventure from start to finish, all of which I will tell you about and pass on tips in my next series of blogs.
I know I keep harping on about it but life is short and there’s a big amazing world out there, offering experiences that you can’t ever really describe but which enrich your soul and hopefully make you a better human being. This fifty-something window of opportunity is too good a chance to miss especially if you’re still fit enough and brave enough to step out of your comfort zone and challenge yourself.
So follow my blogs over the next few weeks as I try and show you that life at fifty doesn’t have to mean a Thrifty Fifty Travel card or a Saga Holiday. It’s not too late for an adventure and it’s never, ever too late to chase a sunset!
For anyone who has ordered clothes on line, the inevitable barrage of emails offering incentives to buy are now just part of modern life. At the moment, however, they are slowly pushing me over the edge. Take, for example, this mornings offerings. “The Secrets of Summer Layering…….for chic summer days” “Things are hotting up for summer….are you ready?” or “Your sunny day essentials”. I’m sure if my mailbox could laugh it would probably have wet itself as it offered me a range of layering options from vests, to t shirts, through to little summer dresses, accessories and scarves that would, of course, see me effortlessly through from the beach to the cocktail bar. Perfect!
Well it would be, if Scotland hadnt morphed into Alaska. Don’t get me wrong, the sun has come out a few times but any time it ,makes a welcome appearance, any warmth is quickly dissipated by the biting, freezing gale that seems to be on a permanent setting from somewhere in the North. It actually snowed on the hills today. Snow! It’s bloody June.
So, I’ve done what any sensible girl should do in this situation and booked another holiday to Ibiza. Not until September, but at least it gives me something to look forward to if the sun doesn’t decide to show up in the Highlands, the temperature doesn’t manage to drag itself above 12 degrees C. and my chic, floaty summer layers remain shivering sadly in the wardrobe.
And if the sun does come out, then hopefully I’ll be able to return my order of the above.