I don’t enjoy traveling. The anguish of accurate packing, the fear of missing trains or flights and losing luggage, the unbearable weight of that luggage, the close proximity of germ-ridden fellow travellers (and mine to them), the very likely disappointment on arrival at some ‘exciting’ destination (bad beds, bad food, bad weather). Staying home, on th…
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