Teleported

What a jarring experience. After almost a month of travel across Europe, tootling along on Rocinante at 30mph or less, stopping all the time, camping and staying with monastic communities, I'd really adapted to a certain pace of life. A pace where things that matter are allowed to unfold slowly.

This evening I stepped into an aluminium tube and, courtesy of Ryanair, was returned almost to my starting point in a little over two hours.

Suddenly the weather is totally different, everyone speaks my language, the time zone has changed ... of course, this is just the modern age in which we live. But it's going to take me a little while to readjust.

Meanwhile, my train is in 5 hours so I've joined the crowd spending the night sleeping on the terminal floor at Stansted ...

///cutlets.alleyway.important