Joie, peur, tristesse, colère… que d’émotions en voyage !
Inspiré par les tendances que l’on retrouve sur le web (comme ici par exemple), aujourd’hui je vous propose un article bien particulier puisque je souhaite tout simplement partager avec vous, au travers d’images animées, différentes réactions émotionnelles que je peux (ou tout autre voyageur) peut avoir durant un voyage.
(L’article a été traduit pour mes amis anglophones).
When, on the plane, you see that flight attendants started serving food…
…and when the food’s awful.
How my ex would react when experiencing turbulence during a flight.
What I imagine would happen if the airplane window next to me broke open.
When, at US Customs, the officer gives my passport a weird look…
…and how I look back at him so I don’t look suspicious, even though I didn’t do anything wrong.
When, as I check out a hotel room in India before renting it, I see a huge rat under the bed.
When I’ve finally found a great room but give my best poker face in order to negotiate a lower price.
When I find out that I’m gonna have to travel for 38 hours by train to get to the south of India.
When, after a one-week trek in Patagonia, I’m finally gonna be able to sleep in a real bedroom.
The first thing Frenchmen tell me during my travels upon hearing my name… (famous sentence from an french humorist)
…and my reaction
When, in a youth hostel, everyone speaks great English, except for me.
When, in a restaurant with other travelers, people ask me to try the wine because I’m French.
When a girl at the hostel tells me she’d like to learn French.
When, back in Vietnam, I tried to use chopsticks for the very first time.
When, in a little food place in Vietnam, I understood that what I ate really wasn’t chicken.
When the guy who gave me a ride tells me about his relationships.
When, at 1 am, you understand that the gay CouchSurfer hosting you is actually trying to pick you up.
When, in a youth hostel, you need to check-out at 10am, after a pubcrawl the night before.
When I try to do like the locals do.
When I ask my way around to the locals.
When, during a 12-hours flight, the 5-years old kid in front of me just won’t stop crying.
When, back in Paris, I try to cope with jetlag.
When my father tells me I should stop traveling and get myself a job.
When I spend the week-end at my mom’s place after a long travel.
When I tell people I make a living with a travel blog.
When people ask me what I do for a living and I answer « I travel. »
My reaction after you’ll have liked this article.