Everyone wants to travel the world, or at least I did, but I could never afford it. The occasional trip abroad is all most of us can afford, and then it’s normally just for a week or two. Imagine the joy of seeing an advertisement in the newspaper for a job which required international travel, or more precisely, an ad which said must enjoy international travel . Doesn’t everyone? Apparently not, because this employer had trouble getting people to stay; they think they’ll like it, but once the first few weeks are over and they’ve run out of clean clothes, and they miss their friends and family, the job is tossed in for a more domestic one. And so my journey began. So far, I have had eight and a half years of travelling all over the globe with someone else paying. I’d previously had normal and responsible jobs; climbing the corporate ladder jobs, attending meetings jobs, filling in forms jobs, Government jobs, bottom of the ladder jobs, and then this one came along. Many people when first hearing what I do say I’d love to come and carry your bags/be your secretary/be a general helper , but I need none of these. However, they soon change their minds when I tell him the ferocious pace at which some of this travel is undertaken. Once I was in New Zealand, went to bed that night expecting to fly across the Pacific to Chile the next day, but when I woke up and checked my emails, it had all changed and I was sent to Europe, the USA, and then down to Chile. Another time I had just arrived back home in Australia for a three week break after being away for three months when I was asked to do a quick trip to South Africa. I was told that I would leave that afternoon, arriving in Johannesburg the following day, work one day, and that night fly back. And so I left. Once I got there it all changed, and I returned to Australia five weeks later. This book is a collection of stories which I’d sent my daughters on a nearly daily basis.
