When people ask me where I am off to next (as they always do) they usually follow it up with, "You lucky sod. Do you need someone to carry your bags?" In Cabaret Secrets, pianist Maria King, shares a particularly nightmarish journey with us in a effort to prove that this life of international travel and entertainment isn't always as glamorous as you might think.
I thought of Maria today. I left home at 5am this morning, got the tube to Heathrow and a flight to Oslo. So far so good. My next flight, however, was cancelled because of a local strike. I was rebooked on another one due to leave 10 hours later. Okay, I thought, a day in Oslo. An hour later I'm sitting down to lunch when my phone rang. All of today's flights to my destination had now been cancelled so I'd been rebooked yet again, going to Alesund... three hours drive from where I needed to end up. It's times like this I am glad I'm not travelling with kids.
On the plus side my driver spoke perfect English, had a big Mercedes and was happy to take me the scenic route. So breathtaking is every view in Norway that for them to designate one as especially "scenic" suggests great things. It didn't disappoint. I was like seeing the Lake District on acid.
After 3 hours of pine fresh air (actual pine fresh air, not the stuff out of a can) I'm now safely tucked up in bed with a hot chocolate ready to join the ship tomorrow. What by any standards should have been a "nightmarish" travel day, actually turned out pretty well.
The next time a friend calls me a "lucky sod," you know what... I think I just quietly agree.
Here are a few snaps I took on my phone on the way to the hotel: