I love late nights on airports. Twice I’ve slept over on Helsinki’s iron chairs and once at Gatwick on a complete stranger’s lap. I’ve spent a night on Dubai’s lavish first class terminal trying to find the jacuzzi and have been fed cake by Air Egypt on Cairo’s excessive international departures lounge. Tonight I’m in Cape Town’s, and all these experiences have suddenly popped into my mind to remind me why I love to travel.
Low quality photos of the act, featuring a woman in a red outfit not unlike those of Cathay Pacific’s flight attendants and a pilot, have circulated through Chinese media. According to some reports, the two are a couple.
New Year’s Eve 2004 - this is me passed out from too much prosecco in Venice.
Seven years ago I started travelling on my own and have since met some of the most amazing, beautiful, intelligent and creative people from around the world. Together we shared stories that will stay with me for the rest of my life. This week I got to see friends I made 7 years ago and haven’t seen since. It felt like going home and talking to people who were actually always just in the wings - we haven’t grown apart and we still share the same interests. I guess its one of those ugly things about our modern times - we’re able to travel the world but we’re unable to be in more than one place at a time which is sometimes unfortunate.
To all the friends I’ve made in my travels: I love you and I miss you.
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Cape Town at Full Moon South, Africa by Antoinette le Roux
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