Travelling “alone” for the first time
March 21st 2006 So there I was, at age 51, travelling “alone” for the first time, on my very first overseas trip.
It seemed weird at Melbourne airport, me in my shorts, t-shirt and small backpack being farewelled by my son (who was heading off to Turkey for some sort of solar eclipse party just a few days later; he didn’t know it then but a few days later he would be interrogated and strip-searched in Du
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