Just when I thought travel was about to open up again, along comes Mr. Omicron. And before any data or numbers to look at and make a measured judgement on what to do next, the governments around the world are making kneejerk reactions. They’ve start increasing travel restrictions again.
I’ve been fully vaccinated, and overnight they change the recommendation from getting another booster to everyone over 18. Some countries that were going to open to international travel have delayed it. The good old U.S. of A. has changed the rules so that you need a negative test within 24 hours of entering the country. Like that is going to make a difference, we spread the virus around just fine on our own. And the new variant is already here.
I was gearing up to travel again this spring. Researching destinations, checking flights, and looking at hotels. I was getting excited for the first time in a few years. Now? Who knows.
I’m not going to book a trip with this kind of uncertainty. I’m not afraid of the Covid, I’ve been vaccinated and follow the safety protocols as required. I’m not a maskhole and I’m not in one of the demographics most at risk. What I’m afraid of is losing my money on plane tickets and hotels. Or worse, getting a positive test result before I go home and being forced to quarantine in some far off land and not being able to return to work and earn a living.
There is always a risk to viruses and diseases when you travel. Hell, there is risk to just living your life every day. You asses the risk, do what you can to mitigate it, and get on with it. People do it everyday in life, even if they don’t consciously think about it.
During the last two years of the pandemic I’ve known people on all sides of the risk spectrum. Some haven’t gone out in public since it started. They get everything delivered. Some think getting the vaccine and wearing a mask is enough mitigation to go to the grocery store and out to eat. Some think the vaccine was enough and started going back to normal. Others were in the anti-mask, anti-vax conspiracy theory camp.
They all assessed the risk, chose to mitigate that risk in their own way, and then went about their lives. To be transparent, I don’t consider denial a mitigation strategy, but that’s not the point here.
So where am I going with all this? I don’t know. I think I’m just over this whole thing. We failed to stop the spread and now it is with us forever. We need to learn to deal with it and get on with life. Which is what I had been doing up until a few weeks ago. But here we go again.
What’s Next For International Travel
I got out my crystal ball and asked it about what to expect in 2022 in regards to travel. It told me to go fuck myself. I’m not sure if that was a prognostication or if my crystal ball is just an asshole. Maybe it’s both. What’s next for travel? I haven’t got a clue.
I’m going to keep researching and planning for a trip in maybe April or May. But I’m going to hold off on dropping any cash on reservations. I need to see how this new variant develops and more importantly the government’s response to it.
I’m not going to stray too far from home as long as masks are required to fly. Mainly because I don’t want to wear a mask for over 24-hours straight to travel to places like Southeast Asia. That trip is uncomfortable enough as it is. I think maybe an 8-hour flight to South America is as far as I would go.
I’ll keep planning and hope for the best.