The walk of shame

I spotted this photo on Modern Hepburn and it instantly made me think of walks of shame. Though it is a beautiful photo, to me it is kind of a walk-of-sham nightmare. Waking up somewhere and either having to bolt as quickly as possible or else having lost your clothes into the night and so wrapping a sheet around yourself and going out into the world before too many people can wake up and see you.

We’ve all done a walk of shame or two, correct? If you haven’t, you’ve missed out. As far as I am concerned, the walk of shame isn’t shameful at all. In my experience, it is the final step in a spectacular night out. 

The best walks of shame happen when you are traveling. Some of my more memorable ones include;

1. Catching the train home at 11am in Paris after a late-night assignation.
2. Wending my way back to accommodation at 5am in Berlin with my bestie and an awesome new friend after a night of drinking and dancing.
3. Going home from the one New Years I spent in London on the tube, surrounded by fellow walkers-of-shame.
4. Avoiding the walk of shame by moving my stuff into a guy’s place at 3am.  
5. Bolting out of a house by the back stairs to avoid the person coming up the front stairs. 

Have you had memorable walks of shame?

Check out a similar story over at Adventures in Colour, by a close friend and fellow traveller.

If you like a good laugh and don't mind sharing a few secret, please comment with your own 'walks of shame.