![]() ![]() I am more sensitive to the drafts of cold air in the airplane, to the terrible seats, my feet look a bit puffy after a flight and I definitely feel the jet lag when going east or west. I still love the kick I get from travelling, but the aftermath seems heavier. Although my appetite for travelling has not lessened, my resilience seems to diminish. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. I would never get swollen ankles, have headaches or sore muscles, nor would jet lags ever ruin my travel plans nor my mood. Being rather short, I have always been able to fold myself up and get comfortable in the most unfriendly seats, be it in trains, plains or automobiles. Never was I unable to sleep in moving vehicles, finding the sound of the engines soothing, the rhythmic swaying rocking me to sleep. It’s fun to observe other passengers and fantasise about the reason for their voyage. I like the buzz at airports and the chaos at train stations. By the age of eight, I was travelling alone, often flying to The Netherlands to visit grand-parents and friends.įortunately, I do not only enjoy the time I spend at each destination, but I also take pleasure in the actual journey. And from each new location, we would visit other destinations, never spending a single holiday at “home”. The globetrotting continued throughout my childhood, as my father’s expat job made us move from country to country. My mother was an air hostess with KLM, Royal Dutch Airlines, so I was flying around the world before I was even breathing.
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