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A road well-travelled

This may show me up to be the utter geek that I probably am, but I've just worked out that since 14th July I've managed to clock up a travel distance of 7,997 km by plane, train and car - not including popping to the shops or the local pub/ bar, obviously - across three countries (four if you include the U.A.E.).

BB and I are off to California tomorrow, stopping off in Washington DC along the way, an epic journey which will bring the travel tally up to an impressive 18,331 km; this includes the train journey to Paris, one transatlantic flight, one US domestic flight and the 260km drive from San Francisco to Fresno.

Which means that by the time we get back to Dubai on 14th August, I'll have travelled a total distance of 34,032 km in one short month. Which, when you think about it, is quite insane. Not to mention extremely environmentally unfriendly.

So, after I've planted a few trees in an effort to salve my not-very-green conscience, I may well be staying home for the rest of the year, preferably tucked into my comfy bed with a stack of novels, an unlimited snack stash and a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door.  


Anonymous said…
Hope you take a motel before you drive from SF to Fresno. I have flown from London to LAX and then driven east - I was sure I saw UFOs - just hallucinating from tiredness and jetlag!

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