Unterwegs Again
4th August 2020 I can't breathe properly in my mask. What with that, my fringe and the blue reflective shadez I am sporting, my aunt reportedly compares me to E.T. Ouch. All I can think about is how I'm going to break the law to eat my sad little meal deal (it won't be possible to ram my egg 'n' cress through the triple-layered muzzle). I'm on a plane en route to Edinburgh. I've got to go via here to get to Hamburg, where I am spending two nights before getting a train and bus to my Workaway Praktikum . The ol' carbon footprint is not looking good. I am also inadvertantly wearing my XR logo-ed shirt. Eek. I reassure myself that I may be single-handedly saving the aviation industry (Ryan Air predictably squeezed an extra 40 quid out of me at the luggage check-in), so my conscience is cleared. Pragmatism 1, activism 0. There are a few German families in the airport and for the first time in my life I feel a pang of familiarity at hearing the language. F...