Blunderlust’s mission is to tell travel like it is, in all it’s sweaty, scary, slightly lost and confused glory.
A site dedicated to the ridiculous, sweaty, cranky, possibly hungover stories you text your friend about at 3am, 6 beers deep from a random house in Bulgaria.
To take the moments we hide from social media and, well, the world and give them their spotlight because, as Marilyn Munroe once said “if you can’t handle us at my poop story, you don’t deserve me at my aesthetic edited beach photo.”
My name is Lena and Blunderlust started from one too many ridiculous travel experiences and a desire to show the real side of travel. These ridiculous, un-aesthetic moments were happening to me too frequently to call it a ‘wanderlust’ experience.
It’s 2021, we’re all sick of over-edited photos, $5000 airbnb views, affiliate links and effortless outfit changes just for an instagram post, well, I am.
Blunderlust is here to tell it in all it’s sweaty, scary, slightly lost and confused glory.*
*now with 30% more sarcasm!
Oh, you don’t know the times I’m talking about? No stress, I’ve got plenty.
Like:
- The time 3, yes, 3 bees flew into my face and my hair (???)
- Being hungover in a foreign country
- The time I went on a road trip with my uterus
- Lessons on how to travel solo
- The time I walked around Rome in trackpants because I was hungover and didn’t take a photo.
What you won’t find here:
- Top 10 best eats in Japan/Mexico/Wherever
- All the times I ‘found myself’
because beyond the picture-perfect blue-ass water lies the 12-hour puke-ridden bus ride, the hoards of tourists and the questionable food you ate to get you there.
So let’s celebrate these stupid stories, like the time the time you went to order a coffee in Barcelona in your overzealous 3-day practice-of-duolingo-level Spanish and say ‘un cafe con leche???’ and you had to repeat it 3 times, even still you weren’t quite certain whether the waiter understood you and or possibly/definitely spat in your coffee? (or is that just me?)
So, Blunderlust is here to remind you that whatever way you travel (even if you poop yourself in the middle of Mexico, lose your passport in a drunken bender in Prague or mispronounce Berghain to a Berliner) is ok. And also, please tell us because it’ll make for a hilarious story, and you should definitely submit it here.