Tired As A Tired Thing
MGM is snug in his hotel bed in Hamilton, Ontario. It was a long day, a long night, sitting in Gatwick airport and then a long flight in a cramped seat. He arrived at Pearson International airport, Toronto, had a 70km trip to Hamilton, checked in the Super 8, got online, went to the bar next door, had a whiskey, came back to the room for a soak in the bath and – whoosh – he has disappeared from Skype. Never even said ‘goodnight, you poor left-behind one’
I guess he kind of passed out, poor thing.
I’ve left him a message to make sure he takes some photos of the bike tomorrow.
2 Replies to “Tired As ….”
It can be lot more tiring traveling solo. A lot depends on where you are. It shouldn´t be too bad for Jan. He has been to Northern America before so knows the routine and the language is the same.
Once in the zone I prefer it now but I´m an independent soul.
I have been thinking about you doing it alone Rod – and also about Dee worrying about you too.
Feel more positive remembering you did it alone.
Still hate being here though.
Thanks for the reassurance mate x