No this post is not about the
drinking game I detest so much, but about a confession. I cringe, I shrink back
in my chair, I try to wriggle out of it, but the truth is for a traveller, I
haven’t really travelled.
The Blog is a lie.
Admittedly I had a late start in
life. Family trips to Butlins as a child are hardly worthy entries into the
travel journal. The only holiday we went on as an entire family, outside of the
UK, was to Gran Canaria on a last minute deal, and by last minute I mean we
packed and left the next day. Back then we didn’t have the luxury of choice. I’m
not saying I did not revel in the 5 hour flight or the hours sweltering in the
pool, I loved it, it was a little piece of luxury. However, it was hardly the
rough style of travel I’m now accustomed to. Where Ryanair flights are booked,
nights are spent sleeping in Stansted, and with little thought I’m staying in a
different country every other month.
So what have I never done, READ MORE>>
