The motel arrived eventually. For some reason, I had assumed that the highway would be a continuous stream of endless strip malls and motels. I would be offered a never-ending range of price and quality. Two hours out of the airport, and I resorted to asking someone for the nearest – not the cheapest or […]
I was in France last week. This week I are mostly in Texas. In France: the shuttle bus driver drops you off in the rain at one of three rental car stops, claiming not to know where one of the seven rental outlets is. Like he doesn’t drive past all of the signs every fifteen
I confessed to the taxi driver on the way to the train station that I had no idea what I was going to Texas for. A train journey and some bracing tins of Strongbow Super later, I was in London. Suitably enboldened, I was ready for the onslaught of cross capital travel, and smiled at
