Yes,2015 was incredible. But the good definitely didn’t come without the bad.
Travelling is still real-life, despite how pretty it makes your Instagram feed. For every picture-postcard beach there’s a looming setback or bout of illness.
So here’s my worst travel experiences of 2015.
Manila, The Philippines
One of the things I hated most about Manila was the fact that I hated it. I really wanted to be the one blogger who ventured to Manila and found its hidden treasures.
But alas, it sucked.
The city was so choked with pollution that I had black gunk coming out of my ears and nose for days afterwards. Heart-wrenching poverty clashed with glitzy skyscrapers. The airport was the worst I’ve ever seen. No air-con, no organisation AND a five hour wait for a taxi.
I’m sorry Manila. I tried to love you, I really did.
Being sick on my birthday, Puerto Princesca, The Philippines
Eurgh, being sick on my birthday was the worst. I managed to crawl out of bed for a tour of Sabang’s Underground River, a world UNESCO site.
But even natural wonders couldn’t rouse me and I spent my birthday trying to control my nausea. Happy birthday to me!
Read more: Turning 23: Sick Bags and Unesco Sites
Finding jobs in Melbourne, Australia
We came to Australia expecting an easy ride. We thought we would turn up in Melbourne, where the streets were paved with gold, and have opportunity come knocking at our door.
Unfortunately, this is the real world and finding work in Melbourne actually requires some hard work and dedication. After a month of looking and panicking about being unemployable, we were back on the payroll. Just in time for the worst winter Melbourne’s had in years…
Read more: Moving to Melbourne
Shivering through a Melburnian winter, Australia
The myth about Australia’s sun-kissed temperatures was well and truly shattered for me this year. After leaving a dreary English winter, I landed right at the beginning of an Aussie one.
Who knew that Melbourne winters are almost as bad as ours? The days are short, it always rains and it’s bloody freezing!
It’s only now in December that I’m finally managing to hunt down summer. Never again!
Read more: Preparing for Winter in Melbourne
Working on a chicken farm, Margaret River, Australia
I hated every minute of working on the chicken farm! The whole day was spent cleaning egg after egg or clogging your lungs with chicken fumes as you tried to collect the eggs of over 10,000 chickens.
For the three weeks we were on the farm, I battled a reoccurring nasty cold and generally felt rubbish. If it wasn’t for the lovely friends we made there, it would have been hell!
Read more: #Gaplife: Month Six
Daily emotional breakdowns at the dairy, Scott River, Australia
Working during calving season at a dairy is the hardest thing I have ever done. These little balls of fluff look angelic but they were impossible at times.
There were daily escapes from paddocks, newborns refusing to feed, terrible weather and sick calves who, no matter how hard you tried, didn’t get better.
Pair all this with the physical challenges of lifting 20l buckets of milk, trudging across muddy fields and running after the blighters and it’s one difficult job!
There were countless times where I broke down and just couldn’t hack it anymore.
Despite this, I soldiered on and four months later, left the farm feeling the proudest I’ve ever felt. But god was it a bloody struggle to get there!
Read more: My New Office Tour & Blog Update
Crashing the car, Scott River, Australia
Martin, I’m so sorry!
Our dairy was in the middle of nowhere which meant that the only road connecting us to civilisation was a dirt track.
Unfortunately these dirt tracks are very slippy and our car, Martin, had
no little tread on his tyres. These factors collided, literally, one wet day and I came sliding off the road.
Luckily Martin and myself remained intact with just a bruised ego when one of the farmers had to come and tow me out…
Not being able to blog, Middle Of Nowhere, Australia
Living in the bush had a lot of drawbacks, namely the lack of connection with the outside world.
Whereas sometimes it’s good to disconnect for a while, 4 months is a long time to go with no wifi or 3G.
The blog suffered the most as I was unable to produce quality content and post regularly like I had been used to. Luckily, I used the time to work on a new exciting project which is coming very soon!
Read more: The Blogging Blackout