This week I have been thinking about travel insurance.... mainly as it has been a bit of a pain, and a lot more expense, than our travels have been previously. Partly for the cancer element- this evidently raises the price, while not actually giving any cover for cancer related care.... and partly because I want to travel with so much technology!
I have awesome cameras. I love them, a lot. Not taking them would destroy me. Actually, I tend to be rather rough on my cameras, as I am now on Waterproof and Indestructible camera #3.... But my DSLR is brilliant. I bought it to photograph weddings, but love it for everything else. And I know I am traveling with my iPad- we are inseparable! So I choose to list everything I take, pay more, and know I am covered.
I know there are others that feel comfortable traveling by the seat of their pants. Me, not so much.
So I was also thinking about security, and pretty much thinking about comfort zones.
And the last time I was really scared abroad.
I was totally scared in Vanuatu. Not because of the people, but what I had decided to do. I have never done any SCUBA diving, ever, but there is this awesome Underwater Walk in Port Vila. Basically you wear weights, breath in a respirator and walk through a coral plantation.
But the whole thing scared me. I didn't want to put my head under the water. I kept wanting to rip the respirator out of my mouth and breathe in the water. It was a constant reminder going through my head, just breathe, just breathe, just breathe. And I was freaking out, big time. There was a guide, who kept giving me the motions about going up to the surface. I really wanted to give up, and go back on land.
Then I saw the fishies.
This guy was first. And I was transfixed. It was this completely magical kingdom underwater, just below the surface, right on the beach.
Then there were like millions of fish! I couldn't believe it. They swam up and touched me. I fed them. It was just surreal. I forgot about the fears I had, and how I wanted to quit, and how I wanted to rip out the respirator in panic.... and I was calm.
Here was my hero, the one who didn't let me quit. Strangely, my husband stayed on shore, unable to drop beneath the surface. This was the first time I saw myself as stronger than him. And I felt unstoppable.
Well, unstoppable, but insured. ;)
Anywho, time for the linky.