Initially this post was going to be titled “Some regrets on my travels” for several reasons:
- Titles like that seem to get more click throughs
- I had some regrets I wanted to share
But as I logged on this morning and did my daily do (includes having an epic battle in my mind to practice yoga and meditate, and then finally succumbing to coffee – I know, bad bad girl), I was led to Julie’s latest blog post ‘On putting down the camera‘. Her post captured quite accurately on what I had initially felt to be one of my regrets while travelling (and what I was going to blog about):
Not taking enough photos.
On the morning of 4 June 2015 two hours before my flight, I made the hasty decision of leaving behind my ‘big’ camera. My ‘big’ camera meaning my DSLR with x amount of Gb of storage space and memory cards, soft shell case, blablabla. On impulse, I thought – fuck it, it’s too big, I’m not a pro photographer anyway and I don’t want to worry about something else that may get lost or stolen.
I had my iPhone and it had a pretty good camera. It fits in my bag and it was more than I needed. In the end, I didn’t take as many photos as I thought I would.
Most times when I pulled my phone out of my bag to take a photo, something would stop me. Something would make me feel like I should be experiencing the moment instead of worrying about getting the right shot for Facebook and/or Instagram that will make me look like I’m having an awesome time. Truth be told, there were several times I felt lonely, flat and annoyed (probably because I was hungry) but heaven forbid that the world should know about that because I’m on an awesome adventure!
What started out as perceived regret actually turned out to be a lesson in being present – I guess not taking enough photos isn’t a regret at all! I may not have a lot of photos of my travels but I have a collection of memories and emotions that will probably stay with me for life.
Do you have any travel regret stories to share?