My first international travel was with my mom in Hong Kong and oh boy, was I the worst!
I was grumpy probably 40% of the time- from complaints of our bags being too heavy to lift up the bus to why were we walking more than 500m from the bus stop to our hostel and why can't we find the goddamn hostel?! It didn't end there. I also complained about how our bathroom was so tiny, got mad at my mom for not understanding the instructions given to us (by a person who did not have a good command of the English language!), and ruined a day of travel because I was pissed off we missed our bus stop and had no idea where we were now.
I was your worst nightmare! Thank goodness my mom was so patient during the whole trip!
Anyway, the point is, despite calling Hong Kong my worst travel ever, I owe this trip a great deal. Here I was reminded that the comforts I had back at home might not necessarily be readily available in other places; that I should be thankful for a clean room (and bathroom) no matter how small it is because, let's be honest, I didn't travel to stay in bed the whole day; and that having a map in your hand is not the end of the world and asking for directions is okay. Half a decade later and I still laugh at myself for how silly (and bratty) I was.
But hey, we live and learn! So here's to our firsts! There have been and will be heaps more firsts as I continue to explore, I can't wait to tell you about that and laugh about it with you.
How about you, what's a good first travel story you've got? xx