This blog will be about travel. My travels, experience as a group travel agent/manager, other peoples’ travels, the travel industry and the world. Why not? It will only become fun if it is read and people respond, with comments and questions.
This is Wednesday here. In Bali it is Thursday. Travel can be tricky, stretching my brain, anyway. I must pause every time the International Date Line enters my consciousness. Since I am getting ready to go to Italy on Friday, the more mundane details of travel are on my mind: packing, tickets, passports, euros (ugh), scheduling, packing, and, well packing. I really do not enjoy the period immediately before a trip, especially now when we have to take our shoes off as we pass through security at the airport. The next time I can truly relax is when I snap my seatbelt closed.
By the time the army flew me from California to Georgia in 1958, the first time I had been on an airplane, I had crossed the United States three times, twice by train and once by Greyhound bus. So I have been at it for quite some time. That will either be a good thing for a travel blogger or an outlet for an outdated old, opinionated crank. I am sure that at some point I will bemoan the state of the airline industry and much of my complaints are based on a half century of experience. The military flight was on a charter propeller driven aircraft belonging to the historic Flying Tigers. From my canvas seat I could look out the window where flames were spewing out of the engines. When I warned the stewardess, she laughed and told me it was ok.
For years after that flight, every time I flew I wore a necktie and dressed as it I was going to church. Things have changed. No flames, no stewardesses, no meals and now, not even peanuts. Sad. There is still a whole wonderful, exiting world out there and that is what this blog will be about.
