When I was in South America last Spring, we travelled like rock stars for about five days. A different hotel every night. Up at 4am. To bed around 11pm. And extremely full days of traveling and sightseeing.
We arrived at Cusco, Peru just in time to find some dinner and get to bed. The next morning at 4am, we took a taxi to the train terminal. We rode the train to Agua Caliente, Peru and then the buses up to Machu Picchu. We trudged up and around the mountain for 3 hours in the rain, getting completely soaked to the skin. Rode the buses back down, took the train another little town ONLY to get into an overnight bus to ride 14 hours soaking wet and not sleep next to my uncle who had obviously had too many beans that day.
About an hour into that bus ride, I thought that I would explode. If my girlfriend had been there, she would have gotten an earful of bitching. But I couldn't do that with my uncles and aunt. They wouldn't tolerate it. I'd never be invited to travel with them again and forevermore would have been considered an ass to travel with.
And so, I sucked it up. I was miserable. I needed a bath, a good night's sleep and a hug from my love. But none of that was going to happen. Not for another week.
Right then, I figured out that no one wants to hear me bitch or complain. And I don't want to hear them. I know that may seem harsh when the going gets tough, but it's just the truth.
Shut up and suck it up. Find the damn silver lining.