I have just started my first trip abroad alone. Not that I haven't travelled solo before, but I've always been met the other end or had some companionship planned. These next 3 weeks are very different as, apart from a friend in Windhoek, and a business meeting mid Jan, I don't have a scheduled rendezvous with anyone. A bit scary for an extrovert who thrives on company.
So, anyway, I packed the essentials - a new book from my brother (oh how apt is that!)
and a 'pick me up' book from Riona. The Little Book of Mindfulness.
And painted my nails ready for Africa.
I set off on a chilly, damp Wednesday and soaked myself (not literally) with views of flooded Devon and Somerset.
It was a long journey. Flight London to Paris and 5 hours at Charles de Gaulle airport; where I treated myself to lounge access. Then an overnight flight to Johannesburg and I made my way to a local Protea hotel. I had decided not to fly directly to Namibia that day as I had time to pace myself.
Well, after my tiring journey this was a welcome site: my room number sign. It's an aeronautical chart of the Johannesburg area.
And this is similar, chart symbols on their hall carpet. I have carpet lust!
It was hot so I sat in the shade by the pool and read Pygmalion - now I want to see it on stage. The hotel appeared to be full of couples which, as a solo traveller, I don't yet find easy (I'm hope I will one day).
Look, a BA view from my seat.
It was a pleasant dinner. But I'm hoping that I don't have each meal time alone!
So, anyway, I packed the essentials - a new book from my brother (oh how apt is that!)
and a 'pick me up' book from Riona. The Little Book of Mindfulness.
And painted my nails ready for Africa.
I set off on a chilly, damp Wednesday and soaked myself (not literally) with views of flooded Devon and Somerset.
It was a long journey. Flight London to Paris and 5 hours at Charles de Gaulle airport; where I treated myself to lounge access. Then an overnight flight to Johannesburg and I made my way to a local Protea hotel. I had decided not to fly directly to Namibia that day as I had time to pace myself.
Well, after my tiring journey this was a welcome site: my room number sign. It's an aeronautical chart of the Johannesburg area.
And this is similar, chart symbols on their hall carpet. I have carpet lust!
It was hot so I sat in the shade by the pool and read Pygmalion - now I want to see it on stage. The hotel appeared to be full of couples which, as a solo traveller, I don't yet find easy (I'm hope I will one day).
Look, a BA view from my seat.
It was a pleasant dinner. But I'm hoping that I don't have each meal time alone!
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