Disclaimer: The following post is tongue in cheek. I don’t have any prejudices against back-packers, it was rather a specific comment, by a specific person – known henceforth as Pinhead – at a specific time, that inspired this little piece.
Sweetpea has grown. Her old wheelie case now bobs along uncomfortably on the floor and bashes her leg with every step. Time to buy a bigger one…
Despite previous travel trials with the kids, I was almost looking forward to flying home this Christmas….almost. A night flight with two well-seasoned little travellers, an unlimited supply of movies, plenty of white noise and a nip of wine (for me) to assist with fragmented sleep. It should have been a piece of Christmas cake…
It’s always good manners to try to respect and – when possible – embrace any local traditions in your temporary home country. But what would YOU do if you were asked to join in the NokNok Celebration with Nzeddele tribe? Continue reading
Whenever we’ve been away from the UK for any length of time, the last line of William Blake’s Jerusalem comes to me unbidden and starts looping in my head as the plane circles above a patchwork of luscious green landscape below. Continue reading
Have you ever flown with children? Have you ever flown on your own with children? Don’t unless you have to. It is the curse of the expat wife. I remember somebody once asking my husband what it was like to fly with the kids. “Oh, it’s no bother”, he replied breezily. Yes, that would be because he’s never travelled solo with the children. It is a real treat and I would like to share just a few of my highlights with you. Continue reading
Suitcases. They are a part of our expat existence. Any expat wife worth her salt is able to balance an overweight item of hand luggage on her pinkie, sporting a winning grin in place of a grimace of agony. Continue reading