I am telling myself: This is what the money is for. We will get to see family. We will get to say a proper farewell to my uncle, who died very suddenly. We will set a good example for Babygirl, maybe, that this is the kind of thing we splurge on.
Mr. Bicycle travels; he works six months a year so that he can spend the rest of his time going lots of places. He spends as little as possible, preferring to sleep rough and graze for his food.
Inspired by this Frugal Traveler article that asks “Is Megabus the cheapest way to see America?” here is my own personal list of ways to get around, in order of Most Pleasant to Least.
We negotiated a price of $400 + tax per week for a camper van, and started researching boondocking, also known as “sleeping in your car.”
Getting some Spanish sunshine on our British skin was delightful. Even better, it was a real bargain.
I knew the journey was out of reach for the typical Chinese citizen, but I didn’t know how indulgent it was until I found myself checking into a five-star hotel in the city of Guilin.
In San Francisco, you can hail a yellow cab with an app, and when the cab pulls over, the driver may say, like mine did tonight, “Hello, how are you? I’m not doing well.”
It’s the unspoken rules that are tricky. I don’t charge for our space and I won’t take money if you offer, but I do have expectations.
Sometimes the best vacations are only a few hours away.