Traveling has been a hobby I love right from a tender age, and several factors brooded that, one of which is my parents continuous love for traveling, my dad's nature of job at the time, and the big atlas we've got at home back then. Going through it just made me fascinate myself in various countries to experience how life is in those places. However, while traveling sounds appealing to the ear, the same isn't the case in reality, as I've come to have great and worst experiences while traveling, and today I'll be telling you about some of them.
Talking about my best travel experience, today I'll be dating this particular one to several years ago when I was much younger, and that's because I've once shared some of my favorite travel experiences, but this was probably the best before I had those other once I've shared here before, so without further ado, let's get to it. So my favorite travel experience I'll be talking about was just my junior secondary school days; we had traveled to the village after the school holidays.
I had the best of experience while in the village; it was probably my first time of being to the village, as it's the earliest memory I can remember of myself being there, so while in the village I had the best of life, was treated like a VIP by almost every kid in the village, and also had access to different types of food in abundance, unlike how I did in the city.
To crown it all, after spending a month in the village and being on our way, I had one of the most satisfactory journeys of my life, although what took us back to the city was a truck, but then it was filled with different types of fruit, which already got my mouth watering. Good news came when the driver of the truck told us we could eat as much as we could throughout our journey. It was like heaven on earth for me because my favorite fruit banana was there, and I ate till I had no space to eat anything again, making the journey a memorable one.
On the other hand, talking about my worst travel experience, I'll say it was my journey to you've state for my NYSC. Even though NYSC was something I've been looking up to for many years and has fascinated myself in that uniform throughout my college days, I can't help but say the actual experience of the travel that led there was a disaster; traveling all the way from Lagos to your state took almost forty-eight hours, probably due to the bad road coupled with the faulty vehicle.
After leaving Lagos, we've hardly passed two states before the vehicle broke down, and we had to wait for the driver to get a mechanic and fix it. That took about an hour, and we're on the move again. Throughout the journey, the vehicle breaking down happens to be a reoccurring thing. Not forgetting how choked we're in the vehicle due to the numbers of passengers; enduring all of that for those long hours wasn't an easy thing for me, and I can remember on several occasions throughout the journey I found myself contemplating going back home and ditching the NYSC.
After two days of being on the road, we finally arrived at our destination, but that didn't relive me for a single second because right from the gate of the NYSC camp, we were welcomed by military personnel who just started drilling us from the gate, making us do all sorts of exercise routines before entering. To crown it all, the weather at the start wasn't bearable; it was scorching hot, and that was the same throughout my stay in the state.
Even though I did later come to feel at home in the place and had some good times, I can't help but say it was one of the worst travel experiences I've had in years.
All photos are mine.
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