Gluten-Free Travel / Reflections

Travelling Gluten-Free: It’s Not Always Easy

It’s been almost four years since I began changing my way of eating radically and started going gluten-free.

A box full of colourful donuts
Gone are the days when I could stuff my face full of these… though that’s probably not a bad thing given the crazy sugar content.


For years I suffered from monstruous digestive issues.

Think ‘hours in the toilet’, heart racing like it was going to win a marathon, cold sweating like an elephant, cramps that make your eyes pop out of your head, fire raging on the inside, and frequently looking like a pregnant lady…

I actually thought that most of my symptoms were normal (seriously, I did) until things got to the point where I could no longer eat out, enjoy dinner at a friend’s place or even cook my own meals for fear of getting sick.

And not just a fear but I actually got sick. Frequently. Very frequently.

I was anxious and panicky whenever I had to eat somewhere that wasn’t home because I never knew how my body might react.

Toilet in a national park, Canada
I’ve spent my fair share of time in one of these… Well, actually not exactly one of these because these were in Canada but you know…

I’ve got tons of stories where I spent whole evenings racing in and out of the toilet at friends’ places or bolting out of restaurants trying to get home before my body spiralled completely out of control.

One seriously embarrassing moment was when I hastily dragged my mum out of a gorgeous Melbourne restaurant where she got to meet my uni supervisor and his wife for the first time… Yeah. That was just a slightly uncomfortable moment.

Sometimes my symptoms would last for days.

Plus, I was terrified – or plain embarrassed – to talk about my health and gut issues. I was simply hoping that they would go away again. Magically disappear. But of course they didn’t. They just got worse.


Eventually I was desperate enough to see a naturopath and dietitian.

In hindsight, I can only smack myself in the head for not going sooner!

Once we had a few underlying issues sorted out, it became clear that over the years gluten had wreaked havoc on my body and caused issues such as leaky gut syndrome, severe inflammation all over my digestive system, and irritable bowel syndrome.

We also found that I had trouble tolerating fructose and lactose but I’m much closer friends with either of them than with frenemy gluten.

Fresh cherries
Indulging in a kilo of fresh cherries in Vancouver… delicious but I paid for all that fructose with a ridiculously swollen tummy for the rest of the day

Most of my acute symptoms disappeared within a few weeks of not stuffing myself full of bread, pasta and other easy gluten culprits.

Incredibly, in Australia gluten is in almost everything! Wheat thickener is the go-to choice for most processed fodds.

Gluten can even be found in stuff like glue on envelopes. And yes, licking an envelope can still make me sick.

Once I’d cleaned out my pantry, it looked pretty sparse. And I was now on a super steep learning curve to life after gluten. Without any regrets.


Because eating gluten-free and travelling don’t always go hand in hand easily.

I can accidentally eat the wrong thing – has happened – or not even find anything to eat – has also happened.

Having to trudge around a city to find a place that has something on the menu for me, needing to always ask wait staff about ingredients hoping that they would understand or even just finding a supermarket so I can buy some carrots, can be super annoying for me and anyone else that’s getting dragged along.

For simplicity, I have, on occasion, decided to go without food – never a smart decision! – and then have gotten super cranky because my blood sugar levels drop too much.

A piece of apricot cheesecake
Watching the husband eat cake in Germany while I was sitting there with nothing but a cup of tea…

The worst part, of course, is when I get sick on travels. Happens at least once every trip. Well… almost every trip.

Having to worry about whether you will find something to eat when you travel to another country or simply explore a new place can be hugely stressful, exhausting and make your head spin.

But it doesn’t have to.


These days, part of planning a trip is working out what safe food I might be able to buy or where I could find a café or restaurant that works for me. It’s just another thing that I do now.

But it can be tricky sometimes to get that kind of information so I want to start sharing my stories (ups and downs) and how I deal with travelling gluten-free in a gluten-saturated world.

And hopefully make life easier for others on the gluten-free travel journey. Oh, and I still indulge in donuts whenever I can. Gluten-free, of course.

So here’s to gluten-free around the world!

Delighting in gluten-free gelato whilst looking totally sulky in the Tuileries in Paris one hot summer night a few years ago… Plus I look like I’m about 15. The gelato was delicious so I blame the heat for my youthfully grumpy face.




  • Spophy
    13 February 2017 at 2:00 AM

    Ich finds schön, dass du darüber geschrieben hast. Kann aber auch nicht nachvollziehen, warum dich das Überwindung gekostet hat … na ja, vielleicht weil man nicht so gern über seine Darmtätigkeit spricht 😉

    Das mit dem Briefumschlagkleber ist ja unglaublich. Hoffe davon wird dir nicht wirklich noch schlecht.

    Und beim Eis hast du schön verschwiegen dass sie dir erst mal ne Waffel raufgeklatscht haben. Weißt du noch?
    Freu mich schon auf die nächsten glutenfreien Beiträge.

    • Kati
      13 February 2017 at 7:18 PM

      Danke, danke! 🙂

      Haha, würdest du gerne über deine Darmflora schreiben?! 😉 Ja, krass mit dem Kleber auf Briefumschlägen, was?! Briefmarken sind auch nicht so gut…

      Ah ja, stimmt mit der Waffel, hab ich voll vergessen. Oder war das am ersten Abend, wo wir noch dachten, dass das Gelato was ganz besonderes war? 😀

      • Spophy
        17 February 2017 at 9:38 PM

        Natürlich nicht. Ich würde einfach was von Bauchschmerzen und Übelkeit sagen 😉

        Ich glaube, das war wirklich der erste Abend. Das Foto ist ein paar Tage später entstanden oder?

        • Kati
          18 February 2017 at 6:43 AM

          In den Tuilieren waren wir, glaub ich, am zweiten oder dritten Abend. Als wir die Fahrt auf der Seine gemacht haben!


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