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Becoming an Au Pair: Who, What, When, Why, How?

This entry is part 1 of 2 in the series A Guide to Au Pairing

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Intercultural Communication

This topic can be controversial to a lot of people, particularly those who have only travelled a little, or not at all. Travelling to a new country, particularly one whose culture, language and traditions are completely different to yours, can be one of the most wonderful, difficult and liberating experiences of your life.

A lot of perceptive people who have studied, lived or experienced life abroad, experience different stages of intercultural sensitivity. Many people who have travelled for long periods and returned home to their native culture find their cultural adjustment just as hard. You cannot not communicate, and it is essential that individuals recognise the stages as they move through them. The three main stages are cognitive, affective and behavioural and are based on our own interpretations of culture.

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Guest Post: What is Your Most Mortifying Travel Hiccup?

Travelling isn’t always hassle-free. Sometimes, you make silly mistakes, get yourself hurt or take a risk that you really shouldn’t even consider, but that’s all part of the experience of seeing new places. Similarly, when you have these experiences you shouldn’t shy away from them or pretend they never happened: learn from them instead.

It can be hard to admit that you ‘failed’ in some way, but writing about these experiences helps others to realise they’re not alone in making mistakes when abroad. Travel writing itself should always be as honest as possible; why feed someone a load of meaningless rubbish about how beautiful a place is, if really it’s not that great? What’s the point of telling someone your trip went without a hitch when the bumps in the road are the things that are often the most interesting to hear about? There’s no shame in admitting you were violently sick, put yourself in a dangerous situation or maybe didn’t even really enjoy yourself at all.

So, in order to make a point of this, I asked five of the internet’s favourite travel bloggers the following question:

‘What is your most mortifying travel hiccup?’

They’re a friendly bunch, so don’t giggle too much at their misfortunes: this is what seeing the world is all about!


Travel Freak (Jeremy Scott Foster: @travelfreak_)

I feel like my travels are often filled with mortifying travel hiccups, but they always make the best stories.

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Jeremy has been travelling since 2010 and is still going!

One in particular comes to mind, which happened when I was living in Xi’an, China. I had an appointment that was quite far out of town and to get there I had to take an hour-long taxi ride.

Getting there wasn’t the problem. I hailed a taxi and off we went. Coming back, however, proved to be a very different experience.

After we had driven about a quarter of the way, my taxi driver pulled over and motioned for me to get out. We had gone as far as he would take me. Not speaking the local language well enough to understand what was going on, I shouted back in English. We weren’t getting anywhere. It turns out that the taxis had city limits. They weren’t permitted to drive past a certain point, and he was taking me as far as he could go.

He dropped me on the side of the road in some dusty corner of the outer limits of the city. I didn’t have a clue where I was and most of the taxi drivers avoided me — I’m white, and they know better than anyone that, due to language barriers, it wouldn’t be easy figuring out where I wanted to go.


Shown above is Jeremy navigating the streets of Beijing. Sadly the place he was dropped off in Xi’an wasn’t as well-populated!

On the side of the road, a swath of about 20 locals surrounded me, trying to figure out what on earth I was doing there. I don’t think any of them had seen a foreigner before. They began shouting at me, screaming instructions, taking photos, trying to pull me in seven different directions at once. I think they only wanted to help, but I can’t really be sure.

I was in the middle of nowhere, with no phone service, no friends, and not even the right native language. Before freaking out, I took a deep breath, and reminded myself that, with a bit of perseverance, I would somehow make it home. It could be an hour from now, or it could be tomorrow. Even if I had to walk, I would make it. I was lost, but I wasn’t on the verge of dying.

Frankly, that’s a good thing to remember whenever anything goes wrong. I pushed on through, and a few more taxi rides later, I made it home, just in time for dinner.


Neverending Footsteps (Lauren Juliff: @NEFootsteps)

It was on a lagoon cruise in the Cook Islands when I experienced my most mortifying travel hiccup.

At the first snorkelling stop of the day, I wobbled my way to the side of our boat, watching as everyone slid overboard. I followed suit, clambering up onto the wooden bench and balancing on the hot side of the boat.

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Lauren is pictured here at Angkor Wat, Cambodia. (Photographer: Lauren Juliff,

I watched the ocean swell beneath me as I contemplated the swarm of circling fish and how they looked just like piranhas in my overly-anxious mind. I took a deep breath and then pushed off the side.

And then I stopped.

Something yanked at my crotch and I paused mid-fall. I was submerged up to my knees but the rest of me was still above water.

I let out a perplexed “ack!” as I tried to figure out how I had suddenly learned how to levitate. The pain in my groin shook me out of my confusion and I flung my arms behind me to secure myself on the boat with my elbows. A sharp pain shot through my arms, just as it became clear what had happened.

As I’d pushed myself into the water, my bikini bottoms had become snagged on a hook and left me dangling over the side of the boat, desperately thrashing my legs around in the water.


The Cook Islands in the South Pacific. Doesn’t look too shabby… (Photographer: Lauren Juliff,

I kicked my legs like a frog once more, attempting to pull myself back on board, noticing my tour group watching on in horror from the water. I forced a grimace in their direction and squeaked out, “I’m… o…kay!”

I channelled my embarrassment into physical strength. With one final push, I manage to hoist myself up from my elbows to my hands, and then slide back onto the boat.

And that was when I decided I would never snorkel again.


Jones Around the World (Dave Anderson: @Jones_y)

Whenever I get questions like this, I always like to choose the first thing that pops into my mind because that seems to be the most honest.  So,  let me tell you about one of the scariest travel moments I ever had.

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Here’s Jones on his way around the world!  (Photographer: Dave Anderson,

I rented a moto on Cebu Island in the Philippines, and rode down from Moalboal all the way to the south of the island, and then over to Oslob.  If you look at the map, you’ll see that the route is almost like a hook.  It was an amazing and easy ride, beautiful scenery, and not busy at all.

After an incredible time in Oslob swimming with whale sharks and exploring the stunning Tumalog waterfalls, I was ready to make the journey back to Moalboal.  I pulled up the route on Google Maps, and it gave me two options.

  1. To return the same way I came from.
  2. To cut through the middle of the island.

With the urge of seeing and experiencing something new, I decided on option two — and it’s one of the biggest travel mistakes I’ve ever made.  This was not my fault though — Google Maps failed me.

As I steadily climbed up and up this mountain, I kept thinking that surely I would need to start heading back down soon.  After 2-3 hours though, I just kept getting further into the mountain. I repeatedly asked locals if I could continue with this route, and they assured me everything would be fine.

When I finally reached the peak of the mountain and saw the road would start to descend, I realised that this “road” should definitely not be mentioned on Google Maps. It would be better classified as an intense hiking trail. I was riding a pretty awful Honda 100cc scooter, and it was not suitable for the road ahead.

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Jones swimming with sharks, just prior to his little mishap. (Photographer: Dave Anderson,

The road down was steep, with massive jagged rocks, and not a single other person was coming up or down on this trail. I had to turn off the scooter, and very carefully maneuver down this path. I had to stop every few minutes just to swear as loud as I could. If a tyre had popped, or I had hurt myself I would have been completely stranded. It was absolutely terrifying.

Fortunately, I managed to make it down the mountain with just a few minor scratches, and had the night to relax. What started off as an incredible day, turned into one of the most exhausting experiences I’ve had abroad.

Looking back on it though, it’s a good story, and now I know never to trust Google Maps again.


Karolina & Patryk (@KarolinaPatryk)

Malaysia is our worst travel hiccup. We just can’t understand the local culture, even though we have spent a few months there. Malaysian people love to hang out and spend time with each other. We are introverts, so we try to avoid long meetings. When we say no to spending time with them, it is kind of offensive.

Karolina and Patryk in Malacca

Karolina and Patryk are a travelling couple originally from Poland, pictured above in Malacca, Malyasia. (Photographers: Karolina and Patryk,

On the other hand, we’ve been offended many times by them. For Malays, punctuality doesn’t really matter, so they were often more than 30 minutes late. In our culture, behaviour like this is disrespectful.

The other thing is language. Most Malaysian people speak English very well but they have an accent that we can’t understand. They often mix Malaysian and English words in one sentence, so we usually had to ask them twice to repeat what they were saying.

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The sunset in Port DIckson, Malaysia. (Photographers: Karolina & Patryk,

An example of our worst travel hiccup in Malaysia? We were renting an apartment in Penang. The owner was very friendly and helpful but she was too much for us. She wanted to come to the apartment almost every day to spend time with us. We hated this and avoided seeing her. We work online and we don’t really have time to sit and talk with a stranger. For an entire month we felt trapped. We left this apartment with a sense of relief, happy that nobody would bother us anymore.


Mapping Megan (Megan Jerrard: @MappingMegan)

My most embarrassing travel hiccup was the time I became a burn victim in the Galapagos Islands.

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Megan Jerrard, founder of Mapping Megan. (Photographer: Megan Jerrard,

Upon our arrival in the Galapagos Islands we instantly hit the beach. We snorkelled close enough to touch enormous sea turtles, were slapped around under water by playful sea lions, and swam through schools of sharks. At the end of the day we collapsed onto the beach next to an equally exhausted sea lion, enjoying an afternoon nap under the warmth of the fierce Equatorial sun.

That day I made one tragic error in judgement which left me with severe burns. I wore a hat, applied suntan lotion twice hourly, and was safely covered from head to toe in a wetsuit to safeguard me from the sun. Well, not exactly from head to toe.

The sun is something I am incredibly conscious about while travelling. I have light skin, and I harbour a hatred for those who can spend all day in the sun and walk away with nothing more than a glorious tan.

I took every precaution I could think of while we were in the Galapagos, including a full body wetsuit and umbrellas for shade. But I forgot to apply suntan lotion to my feet. And the results were pretty catastrophic.

The next morning the island of San Cristobal awoke to the blood-curdling screams of me in excruciating pain. My skin was so tight and swollen that I instantly collapsed as soon as I attempted to get out of bed and walk. The pain was agonising. I couldn’t walk for days.

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Take it from Megan: sunbathing can go horribly wrong if you aren’t careful!

I’ll save you from the pictures once the peeling began. It was a level of disgusting that I wouldn’t wish upon even those who tan.

Moral of the story: Stay sun-smart while travelling. Be aware that when travelling internationally you may be entering a country with UV rays more fierce than you are used to at home. Act accordingly to protect yourself and your health. And DON’T FORGET YOUR FEET!!

Featured image ©  Addison YC


Different types of tourists: 4, 5 and 6 

This entry is part 2 of 2 in the series Unravelling 'the tourist'

The term ‘tourist’ is far more complex than many of us are willing to admit. Characters in literature and film attempt to negotiate the difference between ‘tourist’ and ‘traveller’ in everything from Paul Bowles’ 1949 novel ‘The Sheltering Sky’, to 2014 film ‘The Inbetweener’s 2′ (albeit in very, very different ways). I realised recently that ‘tourist’ is increasingly becoming a derogatory term, and isn’t only used in this way by people with a misguided superiority complex. So, in this series I’m going to attempt to unravel ‘the tourist’, looking at who and what it means and why we might not be happy to identify as one.

In the first part of my series on tourism I looked at three different types of tourist and all their amusing and irritating habits. I promised to deliver three more, so keep reading for numbers 4, 5 and 6. Remember, these are written from my own personal observations and are intended to amuse, not offend!

4. The tourist who refuses to be labelled as one and is partial to weeks or months of aimless wandering seeking the meaning of life (usually unemployed with a privileged upbringing)

It’s true, travel educates you better than almost anything else. To this tourist though, part of this education means getting ‘meaningful’ tattoos or dreadlocks, snubbing major attractions in favour of tiny cafés that only serve gluten-free muffins and kale smoothies and pretending to be one of the locals (without knowing a word of the local language). Expect phrases such as these to be haughtily spouted at you: ‘I prefer to call myself a traveller’, or ‘Well, I may only be visiting right now but I’m actually thinking of moving here one day.’

Robert Gourley

The kale smoothie needs to be served in a mason jar and come with a straw. This ensures it is ‘unique’ in some way (drinking out of a glass has been done to death really, hasn’t it?) (PhotographerL Robert Gourley; Flickr)

These tourists are often respected by their peers back home for being considered ‘individual’ or ‘wild’, usually due to their supposedly unique preferences. However, when faced with people they believe are similar to themselves (hipsters) during a trip abroad, they are rejected on the grounds that their knowledge about ‘non-mainstream culture’ fails to extend beyond a certain set of topics. These frequently include heavy debates about: Florence and the Machine’s contribution to music, the importance of including okra in your diet, why falafel has become clichéd, and why a revolution is necessary (to improve animal welfare, eradicate poverty and overthrow the government… except it’s just easier to drink herbal tea all day). Tourist Number 4 has usually been raised very well indeed and has no idea what it’s like to work for anything, but expresses disdain at their upper/middle-class privileged upbringing and seeks out opportunities to ‘rough it up a bit’ and ‘live on the edge’ in a bid to broaden their horizons.

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Sometimes it’s better to just stay quiet. (Photographer: Lars K Jensen; Flickr)

This species of tourist can be found sneering at ‘the privileged rich’ and failing to understand irony, overusing words like ‘rad’, ‘man’ and ‘dude’, preaching faux-intellectual theories to anyone who’ll listen and basking on hostel bunk beds in partially-torn clothing playing a battered acoustic guitar. Tourist Number 4 will also probably refuse to call their trip a ‘holiday’ but rather a ‘journey’ (of self-discovery, often funded by parents). These are usually the ‘gap-yah’ kids: avoid at all costs if you have to work for a living, you’ll get angry.

 5. The tourist with so much money they’re blind to everything else

This one is envied by most due the obviously affluent lifestyle that seems to be second nature to them. Generally, this envy is often covered up and expressed as ‘pity’ for those poor souls who’ll never know what it’s like to doss down in a filthy hostel and wake up covered in sweat and suspicious-looking hairs, before cramming yourself into a packed coach reserved only for those who can’t afford a train but are too scared to hitchhike.

Chris Page

Sure, Swarovski is very pretty, but is it really necessary to visit it every time you go abroad? (Photographer: Chris Page; Flickr)

This tourist never shops around for the best deals because it just isn’t necessary to do so. The ‘best hotel’ in ‘the best part of town’ will be booked, just ‘because’. Does that restaurant have any Michelin stars and require a reservation? No? It can’t be that good then. ‘Filthy markets’ will be avoided because Swarovski, Louis Vuitton and Lacoste are down the next street (for some reason, this tourist gets excited about this, despite the fact that one can find these stores all over the world).    Continue reading


Different types of tourists: 1, 2 and 3

This entry is part 1 of 2 in the series Unravelling 'the tourist'

The term ‘tourist’ is far more complex than many of us are willing to admit. Characters in literature and film attempt to negotiate the difference between ‘tourist’ and ‘traveller’ in everything from Paul Bowles’ 1949 novel ‘The Sheltering Sky’ to 2014 film ‘The Inbetweener’s 2′ (albeit in very, very different ways). I realised recently that ‘tourist’ is increasingly becoming a derogatory term, and isn’t only used in this way by people with a misguided superiority complex. So, in this series I’m going to attempt to unravel ‘the tourist’, looking at who and what it means and why we might not be happy to identify as one.

The first thing I must mention is that if you recognise a sliver of yourself in any of the descriptions below and are mortally offended, I can only apologise now. Secondly, I’ll openly admit that I myself, have probably exhibited one or two of the behaviours I’ve listed. On other occasions, whilst in hindsight I know I actually behaved very well, I’ve worked myself up into an unnecessarily panicked state of paranoia in case others thought badly of me due to how I came across. The most important thing is simply to enjoy travelling, but if next time you go away and run out of ideas in a game of ‘I  Spy’ when in a public place, see how many of my ‘different types of tourist’ you can spot.

What's the point of travelling at all if you spend your time worrying what other people think, in a place where no one even knows your name? I've asked myself this so many times, but I think that comes from harbouring unpatriotic feelings towards where I'm from and wanting to appear at least a little ambiguous rather than 'obviously British'. (Photographer: k rupp; Flickr)

What’s the point of travelling at all if you spend your time worrying what other people think, in a place where no one even knows your name? I’ve asked myself this so many times, but sometimes I just can’t help it. (Photographer: k rupp; Flickr)

  1. The tourist who exhibits a curious combination of being ridiculously over-prepared and totally clueless, and usually has more money than sense

If you’re this kind of tourist, you might as well have ‘this is the first time I’ve ever travelled in my life’ tattooed on your face, because you will always appear as though you’ve just taken your first steps outside your hometown. This tourist is easily deceived and simple to spot, usually clad in very sensible shoes or sandals with thick socks, a hat and/or t-shirt that is clearly merchandise from a bar or theme park, beige or navy blue shorts that reach just below the knee and, more often than not, a very expensive anorak with lots of pockets. Likely to have pricey but comprehensive travel insurance, minimal self-awareness and a vacant expression.

These lost souls act as magnets for any opportunist looking to make some quick cash, and place too much trust in taxi drivers, street traders and other people who realise their ability to fleece them for all they’ve got. Cameras are kept hung around the neck, money belts are worn over the dreadful shorts and city guides and maps are partially tucked into pockets, slightly exposed for easy access when they will definitely be needed later on so as to keep to the strict itinerary of sightseeing. They are unlikely to leave their accommodation without sun cream, hand sanitiser, a spare pair of socks and an endless supply of tissues.

Dear Lord, why does this happen?! (Photographer: Tony Alter; Flickr)

Dear Lord, why does this happen?! (Photographer: Tony Alter; Flickr)

People like this do not intend to be irritating or offensive but invariably are due to their naivety. They will complain about the absence of something purely because they don’t understand that things are different to where they’re from and will obliviously offend locals by asking questions like ‘Is the tap water safe to drink in this restaurant?’

They get excited when they see the words ‘tourist menu’ as it means they are massively increasing their productivity: trying ‘all’ the local specialities at the same time (one more item to tick off the carefully constructed list of things to do). They do not deviate from the itinerary as this is not considered necessary, and can usually be found either on an open-top sightseeing bus, or queuing up for one.

Expect to see these tourists using the binoculars above to 'properly' take in the view. They will be the only ones queuing for such contraptions except petulant five-year-olds. (Photographer: Andy Arthur; Flickr)

These tourists also pay to use the above contraptions to ‘properly’ take in the view. They will be the only ones queuing except petulant five-year-olds and their tired parents. (Photographer: Andy Arthur; Flickr)

  1. The tourist who is ignorant of the fact that people actually live, work and generally exist in the place they’re visiting

Tourists in this category generally make an absolute nuisance and spectacle of themselves every time they go abroad and tend to be thoroughly loathed by everyone who encounters them — they are the very reason why ‘tourist’ is now often considered a dirty word. They are also the kind of people who clap and cheer when an aeroplane lands at its destination (no more needs to be said on this part, it’s too awful to think about). Continue reading