There is a memory of our last overseas trip that keeps coming to the foreground. It is not what you would expect. After a long and not particularly pleasant flight we arrived in Singapore in the middle of the night and went straight to our hotel.

Why should this be memorable?

In an earlier post I declared that solitude made for precious travel memories. I have come to realise that there is another element: comfort after exhaustion.

That feeling of relief after a long flight, the warmth of a Shinkansen or hotel room after a day exploring in the cold, the cool water of a swimming pool after wandering through tropical humidity. The airport hotel after a day at work. The transit stop. It is comfort earned and it feels so good.

A transit stop in Hong Kong after an overnight flight from London. Falling asleep to the music of Blade Runner. A dream.