I was sure I was going to keel over right then and there in the customs line. I was hot and nauseous and the line was moving at a snails place that I didn’t know if I was going to actually make it onto the Heathrow Express. When it was finally my turn in line, the desk agent took just a few seconds to check my passport and BUNAC work visa and with a smirk, reminded me to write the day’s date in reverse from now on – 7th of September 2007, not September 7th, 2007.
I used to be the kind of traveler who relied on friends or family or whoever I was traveling with to make the plans and get us to and from our destination. While living in London a few years ago, my friends, Liz and Krissy, and I planned an upcoming two month trip through Europe together but one of us took the lead in booking hostels and finding flights and that one person wasn’t me.
Even though London is one of my favorite cities in the world for sentimental reasons, I can’t bring myself to go back and revisit it. When Rolf Potts’ Vagabonding posted an argument on return travel, for those who enjoy traveling to the same place over and over again, I couldn’t help but disagree.