The bane of being a woman traveller

Before I proceed, let me make it clear that I am not interested to hear about the mooncup. Don’t. I am not interested to hear about it and how good it was for you. Any funny comments like ‘I told you so’ like what was left in my other blogs will be thrashed.

Ok, back to travelling as a woman. I had been caught hunting for tampons in HongKong, expensive Italy and even in the remote island of Redang. It is sheer frustrating to get a sudden visit, unannounced from the aunt flo. Don’t you ladies just hate aunt flo and her irregular, surprise visits?

So, when I remember, I try to bring some extras. However, being a mom with meddling kids, no sooner have I kept those tampons, pads or panty liners in my personal ‘girl’s things bag’, they will bound to dig it out and make fun of it. The older ones will do that. the youngest toddler will tear off every tape, stickers and pulled off all the tampons from their tubes.

Now, I am wondering. If I had been a backpacker, would I have to carry extra load of tampons and pads? The guys are so lucky. They are so free to roam the earth without this extra worry of ours.

And again, no, I am never going to convert to the mooncup. Stop telling me.