Travelling man

I used to think getting paid to get on a plane and fly off to another city was a luxury, providing a free holiday in an exciting new place.



This couldn't be further from the truth.

An early morning flight depriving me of any personal space, followed by 2 days and 1 night of being trapped alone in a city with no mates and nothing to do meant that getting on the plane to come home felt like a god-send of sorts.



The free dinner was nice though?