A different kind of travelogue. As an avid young traveller I often wondered what would it would be like when I got older, gathered commitments, created children and accrued debt. This is what it's like.
We are finally on the road. It’s been years in the making. Jobs had to be lined up. A big fat gap in jobs had to be created. Savings had to be stashed. Family members had to be convinced. Schools had to be mollified. Home school plans had to be created. Itineraries had to be planned & changed & planned again & changed again…..
Then flights were booked. Cars were leased. Train sleepers had to be reserved. Ferry crossing were planned. International driving licences applied for. Brompton Hire Memberships. Multiple visas.
Five different HOMEEXCHANGE.COM swaps were arranged. (That was a body of work let me tell you; each Home Exchange you arrange is like arranging two holidays!
Visits within school holidays with 10 different sets of friends and their children were negotiated.
Throw in a few Visas and vaccines for good measure. And a lunch for 4 at Nomi in Copenhagen as the most conspicuous “blow-out” of the whole trip. (Shhh, don’t tell Dominique, it’s a suprise.) That was weird. You have to line up to get into a line to ask for a reservation; I guess that’s how that sort of thing goes. But we are only planning to be in Copenhagen for one day! Still despite there being over 600 in front of me in the queue we got the table we wanted! Ha!
All I’m asking for is the trip of a life time.
Is that too much?