The Terrifying Travel Curses of Brent and Michael
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The Terrifying Travel Curses of Brent and Michael
Think digital nomads are immune to spooky Halloween curses? Think again!
Michael and I are cursed.
Which is a bit surprising, since we rarely stay in haunted mansions or abandoned insane asylums ā unless, of course, the price is right, and they have good Wi-Fi.
And we almost never frequent deserted cemeteries at night ā except when Michael insists it could make a good photo op.
Admittedly, we do spend a lot of time in spooky crypts and ancient ruins.
Hmmm, pondering deeper on this issue, I think Iām starting to understand why Michael and I are cursed.
But itās Halloween, which is no time for playing The Blame Game. Instead, why donāt I list the most horrible of the curses we must currently endure?
The Curse of Impossibly Dull Knives
Effect: After five years of nomading, in dozens of short-term rental apartments, we have literally never had a kitchen with a sharp knife. Sometimes itās nothing more than a dull steak knife.
Cause: Years ago, I probably cut myself and swore at the knife, angering Ginsu, the God of Knives.
The Toilet Jinx
Effect: The more we travel, the more weāre confronted by increasingly annoying toilets. A toilet with no seat? Whatās the plan here, you just sort of hover?
Cause: I clearly once also angered the toilet spirits, by writing an article, āThe Only Thing You Have to Fear About Foreign Toilets is Fear Itself.ā
The Italian Train Misfortune
Effect: Whenever weāre on Trenitalia in Italy, weāre subject to train strikes, chronically late arrivals, terrifying station bathrooms, vague or non-existent signage (only in Italian, natch), and inspectors who give us hefty fines for āinfractionsā that are the result of our simply doing what the other conductor previously told us to do (!!!).
Cause: Nothing to do with us, the Italian train system just kinda sucks.
The Curse of the Call to Prayer
Effect: Weāre apparently pursued by an It Follows-like creature that does nothing but agitate barking dogs in the middle of the night and turn up the volume on calls-to-prayer, church bells, and car alarms.
Cause: In a previous life, Michael invented the car alarm.
The European Washing Machine Lament
Effect: Whenever in Europe, we are doomed to live in apartments where the shortest washing machine cycle is four hours.
Cause: In a previous life, I invented the Tide pod challenge. Granted, it was eighty years before the invention of TikTok, but still.
The Cancellation Tribulation
Effect: The second after the cancellation period on our existing reservation is passed, we find the absolutely perfect apartment, and itās offered to us for almost nothing ā āI donāt know why, I just like you guys!ā
Cause: Irony, man, what are ya gonna do?
The Foreign Product Ruination
Effect: We take a chance on a new food brand or personal product in some foreign country and we absolutely love it. But then we try to buy it again and canāt find it, in that country or anywhere else, and weāre doomed to spend the rest of our lives searching in vain.
Cause: I collect taboo idols, like that one Bobby found in the Hawaii episodes of The Brady Bunch.
The Bad Pillow Bane
Effect: Even in the very nicest of apartments, we are condemned to be confronted with terrible pillows: limp, lumpy, or rock hard (and sometimes all three!). Note to self: never take the pillowcases off an Airbnb pillow to see the horror that lies beneath.
Cause: Iām sure it goes back to all those sarcophaguses weāve defiled.
The VPN Conundrum
Effect: To watch any streaming channel outside of America, weāve been consigned by unseen forces to use ever-more-rigorous VPNsā¦which then cause our computers to crash.
Cause: Corporations suuuuuuuuck! [Said the guy who now has access to an almost infinite amount of incredible programming from anywhere in the world, very reasonably priced, all from an inexpensive laptop.]
The Newsletter Malediction
Effect: I come up with a fairly amusing idea for a humor piece for our newsletter, but itās essentially the same joke over and over, and I am unable to end the damn thing.
Cause: Sheer laziness.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN, EVERYONE
Brent Hartinger is a screenwriter and author. For more about Brent, visit him at BrentHartinger.com.
The Terrifying Travel Curses of Brent and Michael
100% agree! The washing machine taking 4hr š¤£ it surprises us every time! (Not nearly as annoying as the awful pillows or the dull knives though)
I have been getting your posts second hand from my sister-in-law.
My wife and I have done a bit of traveling, and we are familiar with your curses.
We have had our share of hateful knives.
You can carry your own set of knives, but in my experience, you can get by if you pack a decent honing steel.
There is controversy about how to use it, but my suggestion is as follows.
Do not use the knife edge to "cut" along the steel to sharpen it. Rather, using firm pressure, do the reverse, and "drag" the edge of the blade "away" along the steel, at about a 25 degree angle. Think "45 degree angle" and then drop the angle by half. After about 4-6 passes on each side of the blade, you can fell a "burr" on the edge of the blade if you drag your finger nail from the spine of the blade to the knife edge. You will feel this on one side only, the side that last was NOT dragging along the steel. Essentially, you have sharpened the blade enough that the thin, sharp edge, has rolled over a bit. Now, with 2-3 more passes, each side of the blade, with much gentler pressure, you use the steel to straighten out the "burr". This is not a substitute for full-fledged sharpening, but I have made many a useless knife into a usable tool this way. And if you are staying for a few days, give the knife a couple of quick, gentle swipes with the steel every time you pull it out to use it. There's gobs of stuff on the internet and elsewhere about knife sharpening, and I'm not here to enter into that fray. But I do know that this works for me.