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When Experiences Go Bad: My Worst Experience Ever

The worst experience I ever had was a trip to the Colca Canyon in Peru. As it turned out, having to listen to Boney M at full blast for the entire overnight bus trip was the highlight. It all went downhill from there.

Twice as deep as the Grand Canyon and the home of the Andean Condor this – our guide book told us – was something not to be missed.

What the guide book failed to mention is that in January – when we were there – the canyon is often shrouded in a thick, impenetrable fog.

The Colca Canyon: what we should have seen (Image credit: www.visitperu.com) and what we did see.

The Colca Canyon: what we should have seen (Image credit: http://www.visitperu.com) and what we did see.

After encountering several dead animals in the streets and a restaurant that seemed unconcerned with the cooked cockroaches garnishing our meals, we decided to get the heck out of dodge. Only it wasn’t that easy. While there were three buses a day, all three left at 2am. Driving at speed in the dark, in the thick fog along a “road” that even a death road trucker would avoid made me fairly certain I would get to see the bottom of that canyon after all….

Despite it being the worst experience I’ve ever had, it makes for a great story – one that has been told many, many times. One that – twenty years later – is remembered with more humour than horror. It’s become the yardstick by which every other bad experience is measured.

So why, after all these years, am I thinking about the Colca Canyon?

I’m in the middle of a 5 day ski holiday. It’s raining. Torrentially. And the ski fields are closed. The kids are going feral and we’ve already done everything on the ‘what to do indoors’ section of my post on What To Do In Ohakune When the Skifields are Closed.

It’s disappointing. But it’s not the Colca Canyon.

Our holiday experience might not be going to plan, but we’re having a great time. We’ve visited the national army museum and the memorial for the Tangiwai disaster (and come to the conclusion that our week hasn’t been so bad after all). We’ve hung out with good friends. We’ve watched movies and eaten popcorn, played board games, talked, laughed, eaten great food and shared good wine.

It might not be the experience we expected, or wanted, but there have still been memories made and there will still be stories to tell. Over time the disappointment of not skiing will fade – edited out by a rose-tinted subconscious that works hard to make us feel as happy as we can be, to see the silver lining of even the darkest clouds.

2 Comments

  1. That is totally frustrating but I love your attitude. I also love your canyon story! One of my worst travel experiences was atop a bus in Nepal in a part of the himalayas tourists don’t usually visit. Bad road overhanging an incredible cliff, bad weather, mudslides galore, and a travel buddy who’d taken a sleeping pill and was totally oblivious to our impending doom. As you say, the story gets funnier with a bit of distance!

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    • Oh, that sounds horrific but as they say, it’s the things that don’t kill you that make you stronger. I remember flying from the States to NZ with someone who had taken a sleeping pill. We ended up on the wrong plane (wouldn’t happen in these high security days) which took us to Sydney instead of Auckland. I just dumped him a corner in the transit lounge while I sorted things out, then hauled him onto the onward flight. He never knew a thing and wouldn’t believe me when I told him what had happened!

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