I love everything about travelling: reading up on the destination, working out which route and what flights and when and where – all that. Right up until the day before we actually leave, which is when I desperately want to cancel everything and just stay at home. I like my life, is how my thinking goes at that point. I like my family and my friends and my stinky dogs and my home. Why should I leave all that behind to go somewhere else? Specially somewhere that involves flying?
So I totally understand Carol Poolton’s ‘The Truth About Travelling’, on page 62. The only difference between us is, once I’m actually there (wherever ‘there’ is), I love it again: the different light, food, smells and language – all of it.…
