Thoughts on stuff I wish I could pack in my suitcase to take to friends and family.

So, ever since I was a kid, my father has travelled for work. I have a very early memory of going to the airport to see him off to Hong Kong (back when it was definitely not China). He was leaving for about four weeks I think when I can’t have been much older than five and my brother a toddler. That’s a long time to be apart from a young family.

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And we‘re off…

I’m typing this up enroute to Vienna with only an hour and a half to go. I have been in transit for 35 and a half hours. Fortunately, Hendy and I stayed at the airport hotel and Doha and managed to get ourselves some sleep, so I’m not feeling as nearly as bad as I expected!

Read More And we‘re off…