As if 44,000 deaths wasn’t devastating enough, this week we passed a grim milestone. A hundred days of lockdown. A hundred whole days. A hundred days of, thankfully, still being alive and well. A hundred days of taking care of ourselves and one another.
Here’s a question: How do you write a travel blog when you’re not travelling, not planning to travel and don’t want to give out the illusion that you either are doing or will be doing?
Apparently, exactly one year ago today I was in Bratislava all by my little old self. It’s just dawned on me that I haven’t actually been on a plane on my own since then. Yep, that’s right, with the exception of a couple of teeny tiny tripettes, my solitary sojourns have gone right up theContinue reading “Solo travel standstill”