Remember, remember…

I have been travelling.

I started outlining this article sitting on a beach, a waterlogged shoe of unknown age on one side of me, a child’s plastic potty on the other. I was one of those “what the hell am I doing here?” times, when the traveller really doesn’t know why or where…

A blinding glimpse of what should have been obvious hit me. The traveller today needs one thing above everything else – STAMINA!

So let me give you some things to think over.

Remember when the traveller could expect porters not hijackers? Remember when hotels were built and finished before you arrived? Remember when key unions were not on strike either at your departure point or arrival point? Remember when the weather was reliable? Remember when you didn’t have to plan your trip like a military operation? Remember when the sea was clean? Remember when you were a person not a sheep, herded in airports, railway stations, museums, restaurants along with your fellow sheep? Remember when you knew what your money would get in other currencies? Remember when you confidently expected everything to go according to plan, rather than thinking it a miracle if everything doesn’t go wrong?

Dear reader, those days have long gone – and what is sad is that we will NEVER see them again.

Until next time,

Peripatetic Scribe