It’s been 6 months since I last crossed the borders and went home. I lived abroad for around 5 years now and obviously, I never came to a corona situation like this one. Sure, I’ve been away from home for that long before. By my own choice and not because I had to and that’s the difference.
Going home never felt so good.
The last time I was home was on my own birthday at the end of January. When I wrote my 24 is such a strange age to be article I had no clue what strange times were upon us.
I was lucky enough to be able to travel one last time before the borders closed indefinitely in March and had my last old times travel trip at the end of February. I enjoyed my Egypt in February to the fullest, but if I knew it would be the last time I’m traveling, I would savor every second of it.
My last trip was so worth it and I talked more about it in my Coral Beach Hurghada Resort and the Truth about Egyptian Men or Traveling Europe through COVID-19 panic.
Czech and Slovak borders were open for a few weeks now but I didn’t want to be the first one to cross the borders. I wanted to observe and see what happens first. The number of infected increased but not fatally so everything was good to go.
To make it clear, I was able to cross the borders theoretically.
As a Slovak, I could come back to my home country but I was required to go through state quarantine for 2 weeks, testing, smart quarantine, or regular quarantine, and many other safety measures that changed by the day. Returning back to the Czech would be just as complicated and besides, as health care workers, we were not really allowed to take days off work.
Healthcare was suffering enough.
How could I possibly take off for at least a month from work just because I was homesick?
I travel home by train.
Takes me around 13 hours to do so but at least it has the lowest carbon footprint of the available options.
Sounds crazy to sit around for 13 hours but I’m actually pretty used to it by now and the time flies by quicker than you would think.
Here comes the controversial part of my story.
It astonishes me how such a little piece of fabric, can cause a worldwide discussion.
Of course, it’s uncomfortable in comparison with regular breathing. No one claims differently. But I would say wearing a face mask is not as uncomfortable as getting intubated so you can get hooked up to a ventilator. But hey, that’s just me. Here is the picture of intubation to think about next time you complain about your right to breathe freely or how uncomfortable a face mask is.
In our country, you need to wear a face mask or any other means of covering your nose and mouth in public transport no matter the length of your ride.
I was bracing myself for a 13 hours train ride with a face mask on but my expectations were much worse than the reality.
When we all boarded in Prague very few people were actually wearing a face mask but the steward was kindly reminding everyone to put it on and everyone obliged. Not one person caused any scene.
Truth be told I barely even noticed I had it on.
I took a nap, watched a movie, read a book and it was no issue. Only snacking and drinking becomes more complicated as you need to pull it down but that’s literally one extra motion. Not that bad.
As it was pretty cold on the train I was grateful for the mask keeping my face warm.
I took both day and night train and both with the face mask on for the whole duration of the ride. I slept through most of the night with my mask on never giving a second thought about it. But again I’m required to wear a face mask every single day at work and that’s why everyone complaining about wearing a face mask for a couple of minutes a day is a big cry baby for me.
Seeing my dog after so long was totally worth it.
It’s been just 6 months since I’ve been last home but with everything that happened in meantime, it felt like I haven’t been home for years.
The first place I traveled to once the borders opened was home.