Those occasions when you wish you had stayed at home.
Gone are the days when motels and caravan parks were run by Mum & Dad teams who got up early to make breakfasts, stayed up to welcome latecomers, took time off in the middle of the day and still managed to answer the phone if you rang at a reasonable hour.
Nowadays such places are run by big chains whose employees keep strictly 9 to 5 hours onsite and don’t like you ringing them up, even in those rare cases where they actually provide a number to call.
Is it just me or is travel becoming a lot less appealing these days? Did you see that […]
Have you see the movie Argo? About the Iran hostage crisis? When I was in Iran in 2018 […]
I’m on the road again with a short Melanesian gallivant.
I’m not sure if it beats the Hong Kong typhoon or the Caribbean cruise ship near ban, but […]
How do you prove you were caught up in a typhoon, when it didn’t cause widespread devastation and barely made the news?
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so wretched and forlorn in my life. I wept, I blubbered, I swore I’d obey any conditions they imposed if only they’d let me on. But no, here came someone with my bags, further driving home the nightmarish reality that they really were going to leave me sitting here alone with my luggage in this vast darkening edifice, while the blessed sailed off without me.