It makes sense, right, that instead of running through queuing passengers, I would rather be sitting in lounge or near the the airport gate, coffee/cocktail in hand (delete as socially acceptable to the time period).
Being late. That’s one of the fears I have whilst I tiptoe around the cities of this world. Obviously with any choices we make in life there are serious fears and scares, but this is one that I can usually control when it comes to travel. This is especially true with long haul flying.
If we have morning transport booked, I don’t sleep well at all, tossing and turning, fretting that we will somehow miss the 17 alarms set giving us ample time to catch the cab/hop on the train/roll out to the airport.
If we have afternoon carriages booked, I’ll look at the clock a hundred times and flip through the paperwork to check that I haven’t misread our tickets.
Evening transits I simply try to avoid – the idea of a whole day of delays bumping ours to the next day? Frustration central.
Just call me the white rabbit, pocket watch in paw.
Over the years I have become one of life’s early birds – where ever possible I’ll organise at least an extra 15 minutes into my journey time – sometimes I’ll organise an extra two hours and find a cute little coffee shop to sink into on the way.
How about you? What are your travel fears and scares?
(ps. our travel linkup opens at midnight on the 1st, I was just a little early!)
