4 days off are nothing. I got home at 1.30 am Saturday morning and was picked up from home at 3.30 am today. I am tired and a little apprehensive, as I haven’t done this tour before. I try to do at least one new destination each year. Then I tell the clients that I have done the tour a few times and rely on my ability to talk intelligently about things I know little about and my charm of course!
So here we go again – a new group and a new tour and of course another long haul flight. I really do not know what time zone my body is on now. The flight was 12 hours and seemed to take forever. My company always request an aisle seat away from the group for me but the airlines just don’t care. I got the aisle seat but was seated with my group. You might think that is not so bad but imagine 12 hours with some client who asks questions the whole way or even worse wakes you up every 5 minutes. I sat with 2 clients who are brothers – both in their fifties and both unmarried. I don’t want to be unkind but they both look like Mr Bean. I chatted a bit with them and they seem nice enough. Then I put my headset on, a clear enough sign that the conversation is over and I want some peace.