Saturday, September 16, 2006

Leavin on a jet plane - alone

For some time now, I have been toying with the idea of travelling alone.

There is great joy in travelling with best friends who share your sense of humour and definition of amusement, of course.

But there is also something in travelling alone - make that a certain romance, and a quiet appreciation of the sights and scenes - that travelling in pair/pack simply can't offer.

What's stopping me from taking off on my own and experiencing the table-for-one-please trip somewhere a little further away from home then?

The supernatural.

I really, really, really, can't cope with staying in a hotel room all on my own...let alone take a shower in there. More than one scary movie had warned me that hotel's bathrooms are usually where all the 'actions' begin.

If only I can request to stay in the hotel lobby or something...and get a staff to accompany me to my twice-daily showers in an unoccupied room.

That would be so perfect.