My little blog is now eighteen months old. Strange really, since I still think of her as my ‘new’ one. If she were a child she’d now be toddling along on her own and babbling incessant nonsense. Ironically.
The most popular post on the blog continues to be (by a long way) Luzon, Philippines: itinerary for a solo trip, proving that, whatever else you try to do, people on the internet just want lists.
From posts within the last six months, the most read is Spending time in Coyoacan, written about the suburb of Mexico city where I was staying at the time. The reason that one is the most popular probably has more to do with my spending time on social media promoting it. I had good internet in Mexico City.
The trouble is I hate social media. I hate that everything I write is supposed to be ‘SEO friendly’ and I’m then expected to promote, promote, promote. Chatting on internet forums, leaving links, telling everyone how ‘awesome’ I am is really not how I want to spend my time. And then the posts all become “10 things you must do in xxx”, which is never even ten things really but just 4-5 of the main attractions padded out with stuff like ‘sit in a cafe and watch people go by’ or ‘eat (insert whatever the local food is)’; things most people would be doing anyway.
When I saw the amount of promoting that some of the others at TBEX were doing in order to get their stats up and possibly blag free tours as a result, I knew that wasn’t the way I wanted to go with things. Apparently, you should spend no more than 10% of your time writing and the rest of it on the endless promotion of what you’ve written. Seriously? I don’t think so.
Anyway, the last six months have been an adventure. I got ready to rent out my flat and take myself off to South America, then I was forced to change plans because of problems with my flat, then I went on an 11-week adventure through West coast USA, Mexico and ending up in Florida for TBEX.
Then I came back to London, finally got the flat rented and now I’m off to Argentina.
I still have many concerns about the flat: whether the tenant will pay, whether the man on 11th floor will start throwing buckets of water around again and that kind of thing. So I am going to spend the next month nearer to home (for that read ‘somewhere in Europe’), where I can be back in a few hours if there are any problems.
Then, hopefully, I will be able to resume the travels that I abandoned at the beginning of the month. If not, we think again.