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-when you carry toilet paper with you at all times no matter where you are.

...when you size up a potential girl/boyfriend by thinking 'Could she cycl with a full backpack for two weeks?' or 'Would he sleep under the stars in a field outside Bunol?'

Bunol!! as in Mallorca??

When at a party where people are listing off their acomplishments (i.e. I have an MBA, a Ph.D, a BA in ____) and you're listing off viruses you've survived, places you've broken bones, and family's you've lived with in comparison.
Also when a hotel (or hostel) room over 20 dollars makes you wince (actually for me it's anything over 14 dollars that does it).
- - and here's one that happened to me latley:
I was stressing to my friend and she told me to imagine a 'happy place' where I felt free and comfertable and I had a hard time deciding between San Ignacio, Belize , Hue, Vietnam and Chang Rai, Thailand.

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Originally posted by Lha1100:
Bunol!! as in Mallorca??

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The Bunol where they have La Tomatina Festival.
Not sure if that's the one you're thinking of.

oh ok...nope different...but sounds cool

When you have over US$200 in four different currencies in your wallet and you can’t even buy a Coke during a seven hour layover in London’s Luton airport.

When you wake up three different times during the night and each time you think you are in a different country.

When you have been listening to non-native English speakers speak marginal English for so long that you start making the same sentence structure errors and then return home and can’t switch back (I caught heat for this earlier this evening; “Oh yeah, pronouns! I forgot all about those!”).

When you return home and the thought of driving a car seems terrifying.

when you get home it surprises you that you actually have more than 3 outfits, and they aren't all interchangeable for a 'new' look.

When so many of your conversations with friends include "when i was in..." or "oh yeah, that happened to me in......"

that sounds like me and my roomate.

"this reminds me of paris"

"this one time in prague..."

we battle over which place is better by constantly comparing things to "how they are when we were in <name of city here>"

Leif, that is one of my favorite parts about traveling... going days at a time with out hearing english spoken ... really humbles you

when you put chilli sauce on your pizza, you think the best part of a chicken is the crunchy stuff on the end of the leg bones, and you won't eat Uncle Ben's rice because it doesn't stick together.

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Originally posted by Leif, God of Thunder:
When you have over US$200 in four different currencies in your wallet and you can’t even buy a Coke during a seven hour layover in London’s Luton airport.

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Ouch! Nasty, nasty airport - you have my sympathies

....when you start reading your passport at night like a book, admiring all the different stamps (and stains...)

<-----whats this wee guy doing? anyone know?

Mr. Bigles:
I think he's challenging you to a fight. Looks like a ninja to me...

Anywhoo.

You know you're a traveller when the idea of a bathroom in your own private room makes you feel like you're in the lap of luxery.

Your friend is bragging about a trip to Hawaii, and all you can think is: "What a complete waste of a trip."

...when you recognise almost anywhere on the TV news.

Mr Big Les. He is pulling two swords from scabbards behind his back.

You know you're a traveller when every week you get an email from parents....

"Don't forget XYZ country has terrorist attacks and you shouldn't ride any public transportation"

or.. "WHY are you going to Turkey of all places?" or "Moscow is a terrorist haven".

Funny stuff .... good thread

Leif! I've totally been there. Except I was back in the US.

It sucked.


You know you're a traveller when your phone book is organized by country, not by name.

And when your life goals have nothing to do with career goals and everything to do with the Travellers Century Club.

And when you have to explain what a "CV" is, because nobody uses them in the US.

This is a cool (and potentially hilarious) thread, so I'd like to rekindle it.

And away we go...


You know you're a backpacker when....