Hi! My name is Jojo, I'm a writer and editor, I've just turned 30 and I'm moving to Australia in March 2016. No, I'm not doing it the adult way, I don't have a work visa - Lord, no - I'm grasping my last chance to spend one (hopefully two) years 'bumming around' (technical term) and becoming reacquainted with a long lost friend of mine: Relaxation. Yes, that's right, I have a working holiday visa.
Now, I'm not saying I'm an angel, but I'm normally a fairly chilled out person (if my family are reading this they've probably wet themselves laughing already). But there's just something, well several things, about airports that make me lose my mind. I go from cool, collected world traveller to raging bitch beast in the time it takes someone to ask "Did you pack your bags yourself?".
Air travel is, nevertheless, an ordeal at any time and more so if your mobility is impaired (as mine has been since a 20-hour operation for the removal of a brain tumour)... I will never again be impatient when walking behind someone slower than me, should I have the ability to walk fast and unaided, that is.