To See the Queen.....

The lure of  travel is a siren call no hard working middle class individual should heed. I am guilty for traveling and grateful to those that have funded me so far. So here's to all the raised eyebrows I got when I returned from a five day tryst to London. Yup! five measly days, oodles of cash handed over to airlines, hotels and restaurants. A sin, some might say. An investment would have been wiser others said. I hang my head but that is so I can hide the smirk on my face and the glee in my eyes. Nothing compares to the feeling of packing a bag. Listing the items each family member will need and then neatly sorting them into a duffle. Winning the lotto wouldn't give you the thrill one gets when the plane races down the runway and you hear it curling up its tires almost as eager as you to take to the air. Although I am petrified of flying but that is a fear I am willing to face if it gets me from point A to the very alluring point B. After seven hours in a sitting posture you alight to the daylight of a new world and you forget all the cursing you had done the night before when your head hit the hand rest as you accidentally nodded off. Even the sterilized, standardized, airport of a new country is exciting to us fools. Like a wine tasting, as you are driven to your hotel, you catch glimpses of passing scenery but you tell yourself not to gobble it all up, but to cherish it at the tip of your tongue. Well, it is not much different from Johannesburg where you went last year but hang on, is that really Mcdonald's in a red bricked cottage. Out comes the camera and you click like a crazy person forgetting to savor gently.