The torture of my last trip to Europe was still tormenting my memory when boarding the plane on Monday. That last trip was a 36hr haul from Auckland to Singapore, to Frankfurt to Split (Croatia). But this one wasn’t too bad. I just dosed and listened to podcasts most of the way, trying to avoid the fact that I was thousands of feet up in a tin can.
Having arrived safe and sound it’s settle in time. I think my grey hairs are having an effect on my tolerance for things like 6-bed dorms and rabbit warren hostels. Anyway, that’s another story.
It’s really odd going from so much to do, to nothing, or anything and everything to do. When contemplating this I realised the reason is likely to be that I have not had a decent holiday since 2005 (5-months of traveling). In 2006 I had 2-wks, 07, nothing, and 08, the big 5-days. It’ so strange. All this time, which is something that is not second nature to me as I usually have a list of a million and one things to do everyday. With that in mind, I wrote my list yesterday which of course primarily consists of items to shop for. Must take advantage of the London sales after all. I didn’t quite find anything yesterday but enjoyed the Tate Museum, and with finding work on my agenda (ok, another list for next week), Alain de Botton’s “The pleasures and sorrows of work” was purchased. Very apt given my current predicament, and heavy in subject as well as physical presence – not so good for the backpack that is creating extra muscles I did not think possible on my back.
It’s raining here today so it’s a museum day. First on my list (oh there we go again!), is the Photography Museum, and then the British Museum.
