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So I'm not cured!!! But then I don't believe dromomania is ever truly cured!! I thought I'd got over it, but like the alcoholic who thinks he can have a drink or the smoker who has another cigarette, I wasn't.

It started so innocently, in town on a Saturday morning, sulking..I don't like shopping..I particularly don't like clothes shopping so I was sulking, pouting, and generally being (even more than usually) objectionable childish and unbearable

"Look if you're going to behave like a child, just go into the book shop I'll see you later!" Now I didn't have to go to the travel section, I could have just as easily gone to the fiction or the erotic literature section (both the same to me) but I didn't! I was drawn inexorably and irresistibly to the travel section

The map of Africa and the southern hemisphere beckoned, I resisted but it proved too much. Without realising it my finger traced a line down through west Africa around the Bight of Benin, through Congo and into Angola, Namibia, Botswana, and I knew the addiction was back.

All it took now was to chat to Jean, but though she went through the motions of complaining in the end all she really said was:-

"This time your not gonna put us in the position where we could slide off a mountain track!"

"of course not!"

"and just because a track goes off the main road we don't HAVE to drive down it!"

"of course not!"

"and this time we ARE going to book into a good hotel so i can shower and relax!"

"as long as its not too expensive!"

"DON'T!"

"sorry!"

"and this time you will change your socks more than once a week!"

"bloody hell your being unreasonable now!"

Worked with Les and Marian in Zambia, and we have a lot in common, Les and I love travel, cricket, and beer.

Marian and Jean have a lot in common too well they both think their (and each others) husbands (and I suspect everyone else's!) are at best incompetent and at worst idiots, so when he mentioned he wanted to see the cricket in Australia, three bottles of wine suggested we drive there and three bottles answered

"ok !"

So that's it.. we're driving through the Atlantic route of Africa to South Africa then we'll put the vehicles on a boat to Australia and go and watch some cricket!

"do you think that we are driving to Australia just to watch bloody cricket?"

"Yes dear!"

"What?"

"No dear!"