I’ve been sent to the wrong hotel, before a tour start,
Been ripped off by street vendors selling beautiful art.
Puked in a ferry ( But I wasn’t alone),
Drunk dialed home from a roadside phone.
Been proposed to at a market by a cute, but pushy man,
Stepped over sleeping passengers to go to the can.
Slept over night on an airport floor,
Shamefully walked by the decrepit and poor.
Late flights, bug bites, and some sort of rash,
I wouldn’t trade these memories for any amount of cash.
Travel is dirty, honest, and tough,
But it’s so much more and I can’t get enough.
( Since my first poem got a few more likes, I thought I would try again. I have always enjoyed making rhymes for my students. Maybe this will be my new thing???)
Cruisin Christine 