Given that I’m only a week back from India, I’ve quite recently experienced the joys of long flights and a disturbed body-clock and the general wear and tear of this exhausting activity that I love so much.  Here’s a few of the more interesting elements of my journey home:

the things travelling did to me… 

• Required me to rise at 2:30 am after three hours sleep to catch a taxi, on my own, in India’s not very reputable capital Delhi, to go to the airport.
• Meant that I had a scoop of ice-cream for my breakfast at 4am. (Caramel, biscuit and cream – A-Mazing.)
• Produced a narky air hostess, who, because I hadn’t requested my vegetarian option ahead of time, didn’t seem to think I really needed a meal after all. Considering that naughty ice-cream though, she was probably right.
• Provided immense entertainment through the eternally amusing movie “Anchor Man 2” whereby I burst out laughing loudly several times, startling the sweet lady beside me.
• Made me seriously ponder my wedding vows as the mysterious Turkish steward with those piercing, other-worldly green eyes and good looks modeled on a Greek God, offered me tea or coffee. And sadly nothing else…
• Landed me into a cold, grey, empty, godforsaken place (otherwise known as Ireland) where the bus driver spent 3 hours driving to Cork and didn’t sound his horn once. Not. Once.
• Screwed with my body-clock who suddenly thought we were having all-nighters and late morning sleep-ins when in fact I was having early nights and rising at the dawn.
• Emphasized the usual circles under my eyes til I resembled a human panda bear minus any of the furry cuddliness.

And, after all that, travelling made me want to go travelling again. If only to share some of that delicious ice-cream with a certain delicious Turkish flight attendant….

Love,

Ellie