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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? – 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.
As we stepped outside the hotel and into the blistering 30 degree heat, it never occurred to us that we may be heading in the completely wrong direction. In fact we were – but not all elaborate detours are disastrous, even in the midday sun. Not when you stumble upon the kind of pleasing sights one might never expect to see.
So, my 30,000 mile journey begins. First stop: the motorway, quickly followed by west Belfast, Newry and Dundalk. Lovely. You could say the bus journey wasn’t very interesting – all in all. 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 any to the enthusiasm.
Above is a photograph from my first ever trip abroad at the age of just three months – and therefore a fitting start for this blog. I certainly didn’t take it, nor do I have any recollection of this week in Majorca whatsoever, but it gave me an early taste of jet setting, and I couldn’t very well go without recording a visit to a foreign country.
