I have strange luck, I really do. I’ve lost my passport in the mountains, was ‘haunted’ while living in India, stranded in Turkey, caught some weird illnesses while in Delhi, go lost backpacking in Colombia.
Before I started traveling extensively, I never thought I should buy travel insurance. I mean, why spend all that money when I can just take some extra caution? But thank god I did not follow my instinct.
Really, travel insurance is worth it.
I lived in Paris for 4 months while doing an exchange at Sciences Po.
Honestly, where I was, didn’t even count as Paris. My apartment was in the suburban Boulogne-Billancourt, some hour away from the Parisian core, shared with a Brazilian roommate, two Asian grandparents and occasionally, a dog.
My phone was stolen in early February. Since funds were limited, I decided to pursue the nomadic route of phone-less survival. Saving that $100 second-hand phone cost me loads of confusion getting around town.
But c’est la vie.
Just days before a Eurotrip; I fell and blacked out in a Parisian club. What I assumed was a day’s work at the emergency room ended up being 4 days of scans and medication. The medical team told me that this was no little bump. Apparently, I fractured my skull. If it worsens, I’d have to undergo surgery.
And this is why you should get travel insurance.
Nowww I wasn’t about to die a tragic death mid a Euro tour, so I opt for IVs and the emergency room. 🙁
Since I was phone-less, my friend from Canada had no idea I couldn’t go to Amsterdam with her. This girl didn’t even know my address in Paris.
(On a side note, thank god that I had travel insurance since it did end being $7000 in hospital fee)
Thankfully I made it through with only periodic headaches and dizziness that lasted a month.
Our trip ended with Paris as its final destination.
Both exhausted, we spent 3 days lying in bed rejuvenating. The one night we decided to go out, Camila went missing in the wilderness, aka, midnight in Paris.
The gem she is, she decided to hitchhike.
Two young men picked her up in a gray Volvo. While having a lively chat in the car, one of them decided to leave the passenger’s seat and join her in the back.
She blacked out instantly, waking up to see them pulling over at a metro station. The clock in the car read 7 am, three hours since they picked her up.
When she finally found the way back to my place, we checked her for bruises and called her bank. These two lovely Samurais tried withdrawing some $5000 from her card. Yikes!
As the French would say, shit happens
But I say shits happen. In threes.