In which I pinch the shoulder and pull to the waist.
Mrs G and the Feliciraptor are going away, not permanently but just for a few days to see some good friends in the lovely city of Berlin. So as I sit here doing nothing Mrs G is currently surrounding herself with piles of clothes as she tries to narrow down her wardrobe to just five days worth of outfits.
I hate packing, perhaps even more so than unpacking, because it is just boring. It’s boring and important, which means that I have zero interest in doing it but I have to be fully concentrated on the task at hand. It is also too much like one of the other jobs I have and loathe; putting away laundry.
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In which I can’t get no sleep wherever I am.
The most inconvenient part about going on holiday is that often the places you want to go to are so far away. This means that you have to adjust to a completely different time zone which takes, well, and time to get used to. Rather than seeing all the sights of the Far East I am spending my time dozing on the Beach in the Land of Nod.
It affects me quite hard, I have sat wide awake in a hotel room in central Shanghai at 4am thinking about how I should be sleeping, while my body is arguing that it is only twenty past nine at night.
I know that come 8pm China time I would be falling into bed exhausted from a days sight seeing, yet it will be more likely that my messed up body clock will grind to a halt midday as it thinks that I should be tucked up in bed back in England.
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In which I spend hours on a coach to the Costa Brava.
I was immensely lucky that as a child I was able to go abroad. My family would save up all year round so that we could all go away for a few weeks to find the sun and this would mean leaving the British Isles for the warmer climes of the Spanish Costas. This is despite the fact that any photons from the sun instantly microwave my skin and I would have to be covered in so much sunscreen I would come back whiter than when I went.
Nowadays my early travels would not be what you would call exotic, nor did we get to our destination in the most glamorous way, but the most important thing was that as a family we could go on holiday. Our parents would save all year round to be able to take us away, and these were some of the best holidays we ever had. Continue reading “Travelogue : Childhood holidays”