The longest, loneliest journey

Travelling alone isn’t something new to me, it’s fairly usual in fact. What made travel in the time of coronavirus so lonely was the sheer lack of other people, and that the few people there were, were mostly expressionless, because of the masks. After over three and a half months away, briefly in Cuba, and then mostly in Mexico, it was time to go home. … Continue reading The longest, loneliest journey