Okay, look. I’m pretty cheap. Always have been. And I’m not just talking flying coach here. I mean, I’ve had the same hairdryer for 20 years and the thing has been duct taped for 10 of those.
I’m talkin’ at-home leg waxing, still wearing clothes I bought in high school (I’m thirty-freaking-six), and I’m currently looking at a fake Christmas tree I plucked from the curb across the street. That’s covered in MetroCards on hooks instead of ornaments.
So when I’m telling you to spend money on something, you know it’s worth paying attention. Like when I say, yes, you should hear me out if you’re considering traveling insurance.
What is travel insurance?
Just like you have insurance here in the U.S. that covers medical care, car accidents, personal property (you do have insurance right? You’re not saving that money for, say, concert tickets, are you?), travel insurance can cover most of all that when you are out of the country, on a per-trip basis.
Travel insurance can potentially cover everything from minor issues like delayed baggage all the way up to stuff like helicopter rescues and medical repatriation (when you have to get flown back to your home country either to get better care or because you’re about to rack up one helluva medical bill—think of it as a very expensive ambulance in the sky).
Each plan is different, but typically travel insurance can cover medical care (including dental), lost/stolen personal belongings, flight delays, everything you’ve spent on your entire trip if you have to cancel, rental car damage, and even a long list of adventure sports which includes, but is not limited to: unicycling, air guitar, and zorbing. I feel like I’ve been taking all the wrong kinds of trips now.
Unfortunately, things can and do go wrong when you travel. World Nomads offers coverage for more than 150 activities as well as emergency medical, lost luggage, trip cancellation and more.
Do you really need travel insurance?
Well, that’s up to you. And legally I’m not allowed to scream “YES!” at you. But consider this: aren’t you just as able to get sick and/or injured in Europe or Mexico as you are here at home? Aren’t your chances of being involved in a car accident just as high in Central America or Southeast Asia as they are in the U.S.?
Well, no actually, they’re higher! When traveling, you tend to take more risks and worry less about stuff like where your food came from, who you’re hanging out with, and which stray cats probably have transmittable diseases. (Guiltyyyyy!)
But let me be honest. Though I don’t always get my oil changed on time or fill up my gas tank until I’m two puffs away from needing a tow, I do always buy travel insurance. I no longer feel like gambling ’cause I’m a straight-up daredevil. Bring on the zorbs!
Times I get travel insurance:
- When I travel abroad – While traveling within the U.S. I have separate car, health, travel insurance that covers me already.
- When I’ll be doing physical activities during which I could (and probably will, honestly) get injured. (Examples: hot air ballooning, snorkeling with sharks, snorkeling with whales, ice canyoning, exploring ancient caves, completing a via ferrata) If it requires specialized footwear, I’m buying the insurance. If it requires signing a waiver, I’m buying the insurance.
Have I ever had to use my travel insurance?
Oh you bet your money-saving ass I have.
After getting robbed
Let’s start with the time I was robbed in Italy back in 2012. This episode proved, beyond the shadow of my pilfered Christmas tree, the value of being insured while you travel. With the exception of the emotional wounds that will never heal, that insurance saved me.
The total value of my insurance claim was over $3,000—during a time in my life when I was working as a waitress and attempting to pay for college out of pocket.
Among the things that were stolen were my MacBook Pro, iPod, all my cosmetics (a few days before my engagement photo shoot so yes this matters—girl, you know), and my eyeglasses because thievery knows no bounds. At the time I had a medically diagnosed central visual acuity of 20/500+. In other words, I was PISSED.
The insurance I had covered every cent of it. Even the Victoria’s Secret panties. Even the box of tampons. Seven years later I’m still working from my replacement MacBook Pro.
After that episode, I started traveling with more and more travel safety items to make sure I don’t become a victim again. I like having travel insurance, but that doesn’t mean I always want to use it. Check out my list of must-have travel safety gear here!
After an entire trip got canceled
Then there was the time when a major trip I had planned got 100% canceled at the last possible minute.
In the summer of 2018 I was to spend two weeks hiking the Tour du Mont Blanc through France, Italy, and Switzerland, eventually ending up at Mordor to toss The One Ring into the fiery chasms of Mt. Doom.
Well, while at the airport waiting to board my plane, the flight got canceled due to storms in my connecting city. The flight got rebooked for the next day… when said storm had now reached my home airport and flights got canceled again.
Being that the entirety of this trip revolved around walking from destination to destination—many of which being unreachable-by-anything-but-feet Alpine territory—I wouldn’t have been able to catch up. Thus, entire trip canceled. Have fun ruling Middle Earth, Gollum!
Luckily, I had purchased travel insurance about a month before my trip. Because the canceled flights caused my canceled trip, my insurance company refunded the cost of all my two-weeks worth of non-refundable hotel bookings, bus tickets, etc. (The airline refunded my plane tickets so I didn’t need to claim those, but they probably would’ve been covered.)
They even refunded something I didn’t include in my claim but that they noticed I was due—by the airline, not even them. This canceled trip could have cost me $1,000+ but instead cost me little more than $100.
After an emergency room visit in Costa Rica
My most recent travel insurance use was while vacationing in Costa Rica and coming down with a serious and sudden flu. I had to rush to the resort emergency room in the middle of the night. I got a very large and painful needle shoved into my butt plus a bag of five different medications.
What I didn’t get what a ginormous medical to pay, thanks to my travel insurance. More importantly, just the act of having travel insurance gave me peace of mind during the whole ordeal.
This was my first foreign emergency room visit, but I actually get sick a lot when I travel. If you do too, check out this guide to how to deal and what to do if you get sick while traveling.
Considering travel insurance? World Nomads offers coverage for more than 150 adventure activities as well as emergency medical, lost luggage, trip cancellation and more.
I admit that I never thought I would need travel insurance—that it was an unnecessary and luxury expense–but that opinion has changed. I find myself purchasing it for every trip now and, you know what, it’s too cheap not to.
What is another small fee if it saves you a potentially monumental headache and/or a second mortgage? The cost and coverage of travel insurance is beyond reasonable. Also, what if?
Kay’s cautionary tale
While hanging out in Mexico earlier this year, my friend Kay (of the Urban Outdoors) and I were talking about travel insurance (the way one does) when she told me a story that will live with me forever. It’s because of her story that I now purchase travel insurance for every international trip I take. So I’ve asked her to tell it to you.
You don’t really know you have appendicitis until you wake up feeling like your stomach has fallen out of your body and crawled away. Okay, okay, I’m being a little dramatic. But, it’s painful, it’s confusing, and it’s easy to mistake as some other kind of ailment. Needless to say, appendicitis is just plain terrifying. Especially when it happens during a solo trip in rural Thailand.
This is the story about how my appendix burst while traveling solo and how travel insurance saved my life.
A Mistaken Hangover
It all started with a night out in Pai, Thailand, a popular stop on Thailand’s “banana pancake” backpacker trail. Despite the tourist craze, I’d heard from friends that Pai was wonderfully relaxing, a true haven to rejuvenate the soul. According to other travelers, Pai was home to fresh fruit farms, beautiful hiking trails, offbeat coffee shops and artistic boutiques. After months of solo backpacking, it sounded like exactly what I needed.
As recent-college-grad backpackers do, I went out one night in Pai with some hostel friends for a night of drinking and dancing around a giant bonfire. And as those kinds of nights go, I ended up having quite a few stiff drinks and plunged face-first into my bed when I returned home.
The next morning, I woke up with the expected hangover. Most notably, though, my stomach felt really queasy and in pain. I didn’t think much of it because, well, that’s usually how hangovers work. To help my body recover, I spent most of the day lounging in a hammock, only getting up a handful of times to eat, drink water, and stretch.
That night, I felt a little better so I went out to eat with some of my friends from the night before. They were equally as hungover as I was so I brushed off the increasing stomach pain I was feeling. However, the pain worsened throughout dinner, and by the time I was ready to head home I could barely walk. I hailed the nearest tuk-tuk driver and begged him to drive me the short distance back to my guesthouse. When I got back to my room, I took an Advil and went straight to bed.
The Moment My Appendix Burst
It was 4:00 AM when I realized something was very, very wrong.
I woke up with a start as the stabbing pain got worse and tried to stand but collapsed onto the floor. On my hands and knees, I crawled to the nearest bungalow and banged on the door. Eventually, the sleepy guesthouse manager opened the door. She didn’t speak much English, so I desperately tried a charades-style display to get her to understand that I needed to get to the hospital, ASAP. She understood and carried me to her motorcycle.
Yeah, my appendix was rupturing and I had to take a freaking motorcycle to the nearest clinic, 30 minutes away.
In the clinic, I was wheeled to a room with about a dozen beds–five of them occupied, all motorcycle accidents. As I sat there writhing in pain, I looked around and thought to myself, maybe I’m overreacting. Here I was, in a room full of people whose heads were bashed in with scraped and bleeding limbs, and here I was complaining of a stomachache.
But the sharp pains continued so I decided to stay put. I called my mom (back home in Texas) and told her I thought I was going to die.
Hanging On for Dear Life
The doctor at the regional clinic finally came around and concluded quickly that there wasn’t much he could do. Though the clinic had no scanning equipment, they still suspected appendicitis. After a flurry of phone calls, the staff organized an ambulance to send me the 4.5 hours it would take to get to the nearest hospital, in Chiang Mai. Somehow, the guesthouse manager knew I’d have to go and packed up all my things and brought my fully packed backpack to the ambulance before it left.
By this point, I could no longer walk. They put me on a gurney and wheeled me into the ambulance–an old van that had clearly been repurposed to hold a patient in the back. A nurse nonchalantly snapped the gurney into place then proceeded to play Candy Crush on her phone with the earphones in. Just then, my mom called me back and attempted to comfort me, telling me to hang in there.
Little did I know I’d have to literally “hang in there.”
The road between Pai and Chiang Mai is AWFUL. Think: winding, one-lane gravel roads on the side of a cliff. As we sped through these bumpy streets, I realized quickly that I wasn’t strapped into the gurney after all, and there was no air conditioning. I held onto the metal arms of the gurney for dear life, sweating furiously, convinced I’d die before I ever made it to the hospital. My stomach felt like it was being ripped from my body.
Four hours later, the roads became smoother, the sirens went on, and when I looked out the window, I saw a highway and not the side of a cliff.
I was going to make it.
Arriving at the Hospital
Luckily, I ended up at the nicest hospital in Chiang Mai which looked just like any hospital back home in the United States. I was rushed into the imaging area where they confirmed the appendicitis and scheduled me for emergency surgery.
When I woke up from the anesthesia, they wheeled me up to an ENORMOUS room on the top floor of the hospital with a balcony overlooking the entire city. My jaw dropped when I saw it. I thought to myself, How on Earth am I going to afford this?!
How Travel Insurance Saved My Life (and My Wallet)
Of course, I knew deep in my mind that I’d eventually have to pay the bill, and that it wouldn’t be cheap. A 4-hour ambulance ride, an emergency surgery, the most beautiful and spacious room in the entire hospital… back home, that would have run me tens of thousands of dollars, but probably more. Before my trip, I got travel insurance to protect myself in case of this exact kind of emergency.
My hospital bill
On my last day, the hospital brought me my bill: $2,200. For everything. I had to pay it on my credit card, but the insurance company was quick to reimburse the entire amount for me so I could pay it off. Moreover, they also reimbursed me for hotel expenses during the two weeks I was unable to travel from Chiang Mai. My insurance representative called me often to see how I was doing and ask if I needed any assistance with documentation or organizing travel home.
The claims process required a lot of paperwork, but in the end was easy and fast. Out of pocket, the whole ordeal would have cost me close to $4,000. But, without travel insurance, I’m not sure I would have felt comfortable going to the hospital in the first place.
They also offered to fly me home once I was able to travel again (part of my coverage), but I declined. I was feeling a lot better in my recovery and I still had two more months of adventures planned. I went on a multi-day trek in Vietnam just 3 weeks after my surgery.
I’m So Grateful for Travel Insurance
In the end, the entire experience ended up being a huge test of grit and strength. I also learned that there are so many selfless people out there willing to help. To this day, I’m still good friends with a lot of the people who came to visit me in the hospital.
I’ve also learned the value of getting travel insurance, even if I don’t end up using it. Of course, after an experience like this, you’ll never find me out on a world adventure without travel insurance again!
World Nomads travel insurance has been designed by travelers for travelers, with coverage for more than 150 activities as well as emergency medical, lost luggage, trip cancellation and more.
So, what if you don’t have any zorbing or stilt-walking or bull riding in your travel plans? Should you still consider travel insurance?
Travel insurance, while invaluable in terms of surprise medical care and other fun emergencies, can cover you in a lot of other unplanned instances like:
- Your luggage gets delayed and you have to buy new stuff
- Your personal belongings are lost or damaged or stolen by the scum of the earth
- You have to cut your trip short for a variety of reasons
- You need to be shipped home in certain cases of terrorism and/or natural disasters
- Someone causes damage to the vehicle you’ve rented
- Or if your entire trip has to be canceled due to forces beyond your control
Unfortunately, things can and do go wrong when you travel. World Nomads offers coverage for more than 150 activities as well as emergency medical, lost luggage, trip cancellation and more.
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