What’s your most embarrassing travel moment? I have so many, it’s honestly hard to think of just one moment. There was the time I fell down the stairs in a shoe store in Amsterdam, or perhaps that time I ate so much in Rome that I actually threw up. I don’t think I was very dignified during the attempt at driving on the other side of the road in Australia, either.


Yes, my friends. I am quite adept at embarrassing myself in public.

Today we’re going to talk about the time I dropped a glass bottle of red juice on the floor of a convenience store in Amsterdam (it would appear that Amsterdam was one of my most embarrassing trips).

About two days after the famous shoe store incident, I was strolling around town when I became thirsty. I did what any thirsty adventurer would do and sauntered into the nearest store that sold refreshing beverages. Normally I’m a big fan of plain water to quench my thirst, but on this particular occasion I somehow got it into my head that a big bottle of this dark red juice would be just the thing.

So, I grabbed the bottle and began walking to the counter when, wouldn’t you know it, the thing just slipped out of my hand.


That was the sound of the bottle hitting the floor and shattering into a million pieces.

Glass was everywhere.

Red juice was everywhere.

It was a mess.

My face turned a darker shade of red than the juice which was spreading out over the floor of the shop at an alarmingly fast rate. I nervously muttered apologies as I attempted, futilely, to help clean it up. I had nothing with me but my hands and a small travel pack of tissues which I frantically tried to use to sop up the juice as I cut myself on shattered glass.

There was not one eye in that store that wasn’t focused on me.

The shop keeper rolled her eyes and grumpily walked over to me with a heavy sigh. I didn’t blame her.

She told me to stop cleaning up and that she would just take care of it, but she didn’t sound happy about this arrangement. Again, I didn’t blame her.

I offered to pay for my shattered beverage, but she just sighed again and told me not to worry about it.

Not wanting to cause a further stir, I just walked out of the store, continuing to apologize, and sprinted down the street as fast as I could. The more distance between me and that shop, the better.

I was still thirsty.

Daily Post: Embarrassing.

Do you have an embarrassing travel memory? Please, do tell!


6 replies »

  1. Oh no! I’ll have to be extra careful when I finally make it to Amsterdam. I’m racking my brain but I can’t come up with any embarrassing travel situations, but I don’t want to jinx myself haha.


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