Ever wonder what a 120 year old bottle of rum tastes like? Don’t we all?
Yesterday I was brought face-to-face, or better yet glass to lip, with probably the most expensive swig of rum I will ever have in my life. Or maybe I’m underselling my future a bit. Perhaps I’ll have more of this luxurious rum tasting in my life, but right now, getting a sample of a rum that one website prices at £1235 per half bottle is mind-blowing.
That’s me; mind blown.
The real question I had to ask myself after the sip was over was: Was it even worth it?
Does a rum this old and this expensive actually taste better? Is that money well spent to drink it?
As I stood there in my (well, Pat’s) brown sweatshirt, my red and pink PJ pants and my hair tied back because it needs to be washed, I sipped some fancy rum and finally, I knew what it must feel like to be one of the Olsen twins. It was a real taste of the luxurious life, yet, I felt a bit wrong.
Like, sure, there is a novelty in saying, “I just drank some really expensive rum!” It’s frivolous and carefree, and exciting. Pat’s dad was giggling like a school boy when he was explaining the background of this bottle of rum to us when he arrived home from his dinner. I was definitely intrigued.
But, I just don’t know… I don’t know about spending so much money on something when I would probably get more joy out of any quality rum that costs heaps less. Or maybe I’m just a really frugal and budget person at heart, forever?
The same questions crossed my mind when we were in Malaysia and staying at some of the classiest places in the area. I mean, the E&O is like the top hotel in Penang, and sure, the price is not much when you consider the price for a standard hotel room in Sydney, but imagine how much money we could be saving by choosing to stay in a hostel (I saw the hostels… they weren’t bad!). I start to think about rent, and bills, and dental work, and plane tickets, a new computer, and all that other stuff that I would so desperately enjoy spending money on at this very moment.
Obviously, I enjoyed the hotels… a lot (post to come). I enjoyed the pools, the buffet breakfasts, high tea, the service, the beds… I enjoyed it… but I found myself questioning it the entire trip if it was necessary. Is that bad?
Am I bound to be a budget traveler forever? Do you ever feel like this when partaking in a holiday that is just so extravagant compared to your norm?