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Unfit for Travel

12 months ago, I started counting the days until I returned to the one place in the world that I would happily call my home.  The place where, for so many years, I have dithered about permanently leaving the UK for, The Algarve.  It may well happen.

I spent 12.5 hours getting here.  There are only 2 direct flights a year from Jersey to Faro in May and October, thanks to Estrela Travel and the flight takes around 2 hours, 20 minutes.   I don’t normally have a problem with hanging around the departure lounges of major airports.  Not only do I get a real buzz from travelling, but I find the mass of multicultural humanity mesmerising.  This time, the buzz was less effervescent, because I was traveling with a Chest infection.

After 5 days in bed and no obvious signs of improvement, I gritted my teeth and set off with my backpack and Mr Mucus clasped to my chest.

Asking my doctor for advice after his antibiotics had failed, was a waste of time.  Honking like a goose when I talked, with an impressive crackly cough and a rattling chest, grounding me was the only sensible option.  But nothing was going to stop me.  The lure of the sun and the craving for natural vitamin C was overwhelming.  And the 12.5 hours getting here?  It was worth every minute.  It’s currently 7.30p.m. and it’s 28C.


Filed under: Expect the Unexpected, HEALTH, Humour, The Algarve, Video Tagged: Faro, Seeking sunshine, The Algarve


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