What Really Happens On A Press Trip







You may recall, if you reach back into the filing cabinets of your brain that store useless information that you will remember forever (such as lyrics to Shania Twain’s first album and how much your boyfriend annoyed you on the 14th August 2011), that I recently went to Tahiti.

Because I am a massive dick, I had also forgotten this happened and started complaining that I was in need of a summer holiday (number 1 resident in spoilt bratsville, USA). But when I did remember I also realised this cute little post was still sitting in my drafts waiting to be unleashed on the world as the work of literary genius that it is.

Brace yourselves.

Now lots of people really struggle to grasp the concept of a press trip and approach it with mystery, envy and intrigue mixed in with a heavy dose of – I’m sorry, you do what now?

So I figured, why not break it down and explain EXACTLY how it is that journalists and bloggers end up being paid to visit a beach in French Polynesia. Smug face. And why exactly the rest of the world hasn’t cottoned on to becoming a journalist yet…

1. Yes we really do get paid to go on holiday. It’s all research and we definitely wouldn’t be capable of writing a travel feature based on information we find in Google…I mean it’s not like we don’t do that for every other news story….ahem.

2. No I don’t have to work (it’s worth saying this does not apply to bloggers – those troopers work their little butts off 24/7) and checking emails is only a token gesture. Afterall those five star hotels don’t always come with free WIFI you know…

3. Whilst it may be a holiday, no doubt about it you are surrounded by journalists and bloggers, not your girlfriends and nan. Sort of like an office slumber party, but with less photocopying of genitals and more wine on yachts.

4. You do get to do amazing things, because they want you to see the best parts of their country, but also CAN A GIRL NOT JUST CATCH A BREAK FOR ONE HOUR TO TOP UP HER TAN? There are only so many cultural adventures we can hack.

5. Sometimes you get drunk. Sometimes people do unprofessional things. Sometimes you end up talking about your sex life with that woman from the Telegraph and then see her on LinkedIn and think it wasn’t such a wise move…

6. All the people at home who couldn’t previously give a single brain cell of interest towards wanting to know what you do from 9-5 every day of the week, all of a sudden are like – soooo how long does it take to get a journalism qualification? Asking for a friend…

7. It reduces you to being a complete child, unable to make plans or schedules, or know where you’re going or who has your passport. PR’s literally become your mother and you only realise this when you get home to an empty fridge and all your houseplants have died. WAS SOMEONE NOT ORGANISING THIS FOR ME?

8. When you get back your sub-editor decides that actually they only need 300 words to fill the page and you have to try and reduce a week’s worth of frolics into less than a paragraph… say what now?

  • I had such an effing great time reading this post. Genuinely tittering to myself over my tea. Really appreciating your not-taking-any-prisoners-no-bullshit approach to analyzing a press trip. Literary genius, indeed.

    xx ♥ La Coco Noire

    • Hahahahah Katie thanks so much for this LOVELY LOVELY comment (sorry I’m only just replying actually terrible blogger/person) but so glad you enjoyed xxxx

  • This is brilliant. When I went on educationals in the Travel Industry this is EXACTLY what they were like! Ha! Copious amounts of alcohol were drunk!
    Bee | QueenBeady.com

    • Hiiiii Bee, sorry I’m only just reply (being a bad blogger etc.) GLAD YOU CAN RELATED. And the word ‘educational’ makes it sound really fancy can I just say xxx