Vacations and reflections: Part I

It’s 11pm Saturday night and I’m sitting on the bed of my 6th floor New York Hotel,¬†laptop resting on my knees and listening to the drone of the city below. The traffic rushes by and then quietens with the change of the lights, horns blast and the occasional siren wails. The constancy is calming and … Read more

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I love to travel, which is strange as I had no desire to travel when I was growing up. I attribute that to my parents being non-travellers. Dad had been overseas for work in his younger years, but didn’t have much interest in travelling after that and my mother was a home-body.

It wasn’t until my early twenties when my feet became itchy, my then partner had no interest in travel, but I was becoming restless wondering what was out there.

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