End of a holiday. For the most part; a time of switching off, resting, lying in the sun, swimming, drinking cocktails and a little bit of shopping in the Cancun Plazas, surrounded by clear blue seas and blazing sunshine. But the end of a holiday and the journey home can always be a little bit flat. Knowing that every mile travelled is taking you that little bit closer back to life’s reality.
And this journey home was particularly horrendous. Two flights … one four hour from Cancun to New York, one six hour from New York to London. I was ill. Actually very ill. And every mile counted. Continue reading