Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.Cesare Pavese
Kas and me went skiing early in 1999 in Cervinia, which is just on the Italian side of the Matterhorn. From there you can ski across into the Swiss resort of Zermatt too.
In 1998 I transitioned from the singular to the plural, when I met Kas on a skiing holiday in France.
Lots of work travel to Germany still, and no foreign holidays, but a couple of interesting events in the UK.
A year with no real foreign holidays but I had a hectic year travelling with work to Singapore and Germany.
In the summer of 1995 I made multiple trips to Malaysia and Singapore with work.
1994 passed without much incident aside from a couple of travelling adventures over the pond.
I gave up the gravy train and moved to Milton Keynes, where I bought my first house and car.
I was still living in Edinburgh through the whole of 1992. In the summer I made a fairly epic trip to Russia.
In 1991 I lived in Edinburgh, I learned to ski, and I made my first trip across the Atlantic.
In 1990 I did a bit of a European tour, living in three different countries and travelling to several more.