Roots and Routes: Navigating Travel Burnout

My initial foray into the nomadic lifestyle was fueled by the romanticized notion of constant travel. As the months unfolded, my nomadic journey evolved into an intricate dance of cultures, landscapes, and personal growth. Six months in Southeast Asia and India painted a vivid tapestry of experiences, opened my eyes to vibrant colors, aromatic spices, and the kaleidoscope of traditions, but beneath the surface, the constant movement began to sow the seeds of travel burnout. The allure of perpetual exploration collided with the reality of exhaustion, manifesting in subtle signs that whispered of a need to slow down.

My initial foray into the nomadic lifestyle was fueled by the romanticized notion of constant travel. As the months unfolded, my nomadic journey evolved into an intricate dance of cultures, landscapes, and personal growth. Six months in Southeast Asia and India painted a vivid tapestry of experiences, opened my eyes to vibrant colors, aromatic spices, and the kaleidoscope of traditions, but beneath the surface, the constant movement began to sow the seeds of travel burnout. The allure of perpetual exploration collided with the reality of exhaustion, manifesting in subtle signs that whispered of a need to slow down.

Nomadic life, with its ever-changing environments and schedules, can be physically and emotionally taxing. The constant adaptation to new cultures and the pressure to absorb every nuance, the meticulous planning turned exploration into a checklist, and the once enchanting journey started to feel like a race against time. The realization that even paradise could become overwhelming weighed on me. The simplicity of living on the road stopped fulfilling me. The scenic landscapes became a blur, and the freedom I once cherished started feeling like a relentless obligation to explore.


The Role of Social Media in Fostering Unrealistic Expectations

In the ever-connected world of travel, the impact of social media on shaping expectations is profound. The allure of picturesque landscapes, curated travel stories, and seemingly effortless adventures often create a distorted image of the nomadic lifestyle. Through carefully selected snapshots, travelers on social media platforms present a highlight reel that can inadvertently fuel unrealistic expectations for those embarking on similar journeys.

Embracing Slow Travel and Meaningful Connections

In the pursuit of constant movement, the concept of slow travel emerges as a transformative antidote to burnout. Rather than racing through destinations to check off a list, slow travel encourages a more immersive and deliberate experience. It involves staying in a place for an extended period, allowing time to delve into the local culture, build connections with communities, and truly absorb the essence of a destination.

My case

After studying one year in Japan, I needed to return to Czechia to finish my degree. Despite the inner call for stability, I was not able to stay there for a longer period of time. Frequently escaping to the warmth of the Middle East during winter became a bittersweet necessity. The golden deserts and vibrant markets offered respite, but the yearning for a deeper connection with each place clashed with the urge to escape. The constant cycle of moving and seeking warmth became a paradoxical dance—a struggle to find equilibrium between the desire for exploration and the need for rest.

In the heart of Petra, amidst ancient rose-red cliffs, the realization crystallized that my journey needed a recalibration. It wasn’t about escaping burnout but understanding it. Slowly, I embraced a more measured approach—cherishing quality over quantity, finding stillness amidst the chaos, and acknowledging that the real essence of travel lay not in the miles covered but in the moments truly lived.

As I carried on, the burnout became a teacher rather than a foe. It taught me the importance of balance, self-awareness, and the beauty of pausing to let the journey seep into my soul. The nomadic rhythm transformed, and each step, whether in the crowded markets of Asia, the serene gardens of Japan, or the solitude of my van in Czechia, became a deliberate choice—a step towards mindful exploration rather than a relentless pursuit of the unknown.

Conclusion

The amalgamation of these experiences shaped me—instilling a deep appreciation for diversity, a resilience to adapt, and a profound sense of gratitude for the transient beauty of life on the road.
Experiencing travel burnout is a genuine and often overlooked aspect of the globetrotter’s journey. Recognizing the hurdles and grasping the significance of finding equilibrium can be the game-changer between an adventure filled with awe and one marred by weariness. Incorporating mindful habits and taking on a more balanced approach to travel allows us to keep exploring the world with a fresh burst of energy and an even deeper sense of appreciation.

My Troubled Relationship with Phones

In the ever-evolving landscape of technology, some individuals seem to have a knack for gracefully navigating the world of smartphones and gadgets. Unfortunately, Michaela was not one of them. From an early age, she had a peculiar ability to attract misfortune when it came to her trusty devices.

It all began in the cozy warmth of Michaela’s childhood home when she was 12. Anticipation filled the air as Christmas morning arrived. Excitement danced in her eyes as she unwrapped the gift she had been eagerly awaiting—a shiny new phone, her very first. Eager to explore the exciting possibilities that the device held, Michaela and her phone became inseparable companions. They captured countless silly selfies, exchanged late-night texts with friends, and even ventured into the world of mobile gaming. Their bond was unbreakable, or so it seemed.

But fate had a cruel sense of humor. After just four months of blissful coexistence, tragedy struck. One fateful morning, in the rush to get to school on time, Michaela’s phone slipped out of her pocket unnoticed. Oblivious to its disappearance, she embarked on a sprint to evade the wrath of her punctuality-demanding teacher.

As she ran, a strange sensation nagged at her, whispering that something was amiss. Her intuition tugged at her consciousness, urging her to investigate. But her sporty spirit and the fear of punishment prevailed, propelling her forward, determined to make it to school on time.

It wasn’t until she settled into her classroom, catching her breath, that she realized the truth. Her beloved phone had vanished, lost along the path she had raced upon.

After school she retraced her steps, searching desperately for any trace of her missing device. But her efforts were in vain, and her cherished companion seemed lost forever. Returning home, her spirit crushed by disappointment, Michaela faced the wrath of her parents. Their anger was fueled by their own disappointment, knowing the responsibility they had entrusted to her had been carelessly misplaced. Months stretched on without a phone, forcing her to readapt to a world devoid of constant connectivity. And during all the years to come, although she tried to learn her lessons, bad luck followed her.

Join me on this rollercoaster of phone mishaps filled with unexpected twists, newfound wisdom, and the realization that sometimes losing something can lead to unexpected personal growth.

My perfect match in Saudi Arabia

When the gorgeous sun started to disappear below the horizon, I finally got out of the busy border area and enjoyed my first steps in the Saudi territory. Suddenly, the policeman from the last checkpoint called me back and told me to go to the office of the Director of Immigration. At that place, I was welcomed with dates and delicious Arabic coffee. The employees promised me to find a driver or a bus going to Dammam or Bahrain for me because I told them that I was heading to Bahrain where I had arranged a Couchsurfing host. They let me stay in the office alone with the constantly playing relaxing Arabic music, many documents and a modern camera system, and I enjoyed watching it more than TV. Once upon a while, someone came to refill my cup of coffee.

In the end, it took them more than 2 hours, but the mission was completed successfully. The lucky guy, who won this perfect-match competition and was honoured to get into the presence of a white girl without burka, got the responsibility to take the best care of her. He was believed to be reliable and safe enough, and had great English-speaking skills because of having cooperated with the U.S. Army. We left the border at 8pm, and started a four-hour-long journey towards Dammam.

The driver was very interesting and he even bought me some sandwiches. It was my first encounter with someone with his kind of mentality. He had two wives, a bunch of children, and showed me some family photos. In one of them, there were three kids – two girls and one boy. He showed it to me and proudly said: “This is my son from my second wife,” not mentioning the girls at all. His first marriage was an arranged one, and he also married the second wife because she was more beautiful than the first one. He also added: “It’s good that my wives don’t talk to each other. But boys talk… that’s the most important.”

We arrived close to the ca 25-km long bridge connecting Dammam and Bahrain at 00:15am, and then, I had to cross it to get to the Arabic Las Vegas.

Cheap travel in Saudi Arabia. Michaela Kabourkova hitchhiking the world.
Director’s office at a Saudi Arabia border

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Getting my backpack stolen by a drug dealer in Thailand

I experienced some problems nearby the Thai-Malaysian border when a drug dealer at my age picked me up at night (that’s not the issue). Drug dealers are usually chill as the only thing that interests them are drugs, so they would never think of doing something bad to me. I often hitchhiked at night only with the purpose to get a place to crash because most of the people that I encountered asked me where I would sleep. They didn’t like the idea of me sleeping outside in my sleeping bag and preferred to invite me over. First of all, we visited the house of a friend of the drug dealer where they got a bit high. Then, we went to a market to buy some food for me (they didn’t eat almost anything).

The drug dealer, let´s call him John, stayed in the car and made another friend, Mike, whom we randomly met in front of the shop, accompany me. Mike could communicate in English a little (unlike John). After a while, the police appeared in the shop and John with his car, where I had my backpack with all my stuff except for my phone and ca $1 in Thai currency, disappeared… 

I was afraid that the police caught him and found my passport in the car together with the drugs that he had. There was a death sentence for dealing with drugs in Thailand, so I really didn’t want to get involve in that. Mike told me that it was going to be all right. I trusted him and tried not to panic. I had no choice anyways. We hopped on his motorcycle and he drove me to a hotel in the middle of nowhere where John´s drunk girlfriend (also a non-English speaker) was staying.  Mike gave me his Line (messaging app), so that we could stay in touch, which calmed me down a bit.

Then, he went to look for John (they were not as good friends as I thought and he didn’t know where John lived). I ate the food we bought, had a shower, put my phone on charge with her charger and went to sleep in my sweaty clothes. The girlfriend disappeared at night but she left some clothes, cosmetics and drugs in the room, which gave me the hope that she would later come back…

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Thai kids preparing their “medicine”

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