Anyone who knows me knows that I travel a lot. An awful lot actually. It started about ten years ago when I went to Australia to visit some friends. I hadn’t been on an airplane for a long time, and I’d certainly never traveled on one on my own. Excited as I was about going to Oz, I was a little bit worried about the actual flying bit. What if I missed a connection, or got lost in some far-flung airport? Of course, I needn’t have worried, because everything went as smoothly as could be (apart from KLM losing one of my bags, which was the first and only time that’s happened). I traveled to Australia several more times over the following years, and as I did, started to develop something of a masochistic love for the epic journeys that this involved. After about four or five trips, I realised that I was starting to book flights based on my preferences in terms of the airline and the airports that I’d be passing through, and that’s when you know you’re starting to get a bit geeky about it. And when I finally managed to wrench myself away from going to Australia all the time and actually visiting some other countries, that’s when the proverbial floodgates opened. About a year or so ago, I decided to tally up all the individual flights I’d been on, and it was over eighty (though it’s well past that now). So I’ve decided to document them all, mainly for my own amusement, but hopefully for yours too. To be honest, a lot of my flights have merged into one, long backache with few memorable details. But these posts will also have some stories beyond the actual flights itself, like struggling to find another 20c to reach JFK, or wondering how I even got from the pub and onto a flight from Hong Kong. Enjoy

Gill 9A

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