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For various reasons I was booked on a flight to Hong Kong the day after I was due to return from Peru. What would this mean? A 13,000 miles in the space of 3 days – nearly 30 hours spent a mile above the earth. Not before had I such a far-reaching journey planned for such a short space of time. But I wouldn’t have done it any differently. Below is the journey, in photographs.
As we stepped outside of our suburban hotel and into the blistering 30 degree heat, it never occurred to us that we may in fact be heading in the completely wrong direction. As it happened we were – but not all elaborate detours are disastrous, even in the midday sun. No, some even allow you to stumble upon pleasing sights you might never have otherwise expected to see.
So, my 30,000 mile journey begins. First stop: the unglamorous motorway, soon followed by west Belfast, Newry and Dundalk. Lovely. You could say the bus journey was everything but interesting. The fact that it was only my first of 4 trips along this, the dullest road in Europe in the next month, didn’t contribute to the enthusiasm. Still, it was small considering what awaited.
It might just be any ordinary looking swimming pool, but this photograph is in fact from my first ever trip abroad at the age of just three months. I certainly didn’t take it, nor do I have any memory of this week in Majorca whatsoever, but the holiday did nonetheless give me an early taste of jet setting, and I couldn’t very well go without recording my inaugural visit to a foreign country.
