With Dave, I would gush non-stop about the friendly locals who were so delighted to see us in their country. I lost count of the number of times we were approached and asked why were in Sri Lanka, where we were heading, and what we loved most about the country. I felt nervous without him. On my final day in the country, there was no escaping solo travel: Dave had plans to explore Central Sri Lanka for the next two weeks and I was flying back to the UK to surprise my mum for her birthday.
W e mothers of grown-up daughters tend to view them with a mixture of love, exasperation, irritation and awe. Plus a fair degree of terror. In anyone's book we are not ideal travel companions. Let us count the ways: I like flying first class, preferably British Airways, which is not much different from spending a day in intensive care at the London Clinic. This is not only hassle-free but has the added advantage of pissing off the rest of the passengers at the front of the plane.