Shhh...
Don't tell anyone else....
But I'm hopelessly ill-travelled. In sharp contrast to Eva, who's on first-name terms with half the globe, I've spent my life getting intimately acquainted with every aisle of my local Sainsbury's and have considered a trip to a new mother and toddler group as the final frontier.
Anyway, none of that matters now, as I have discoverd Google Maps.
Honestly, check it out. I am now in a position to describe my heroine's motorbike ride from St Tropez town to Pampelonne beach in minute, loving detail. I hesitate to describe myself as a true armchair traveller however, as the computer is still heaped bizarrely in a corner of the kitchen while I perch uncomfortably on the arm of a battered, cat-furred sofa. I suppose not many people can justifyably call themselves 'sofa-arm travellers' though.
Which is a claim to fame. Of sorts.
Labels: India
3 Comments:
Once you're published, Imogen, you'll be able to travel the world and get paid - provided you claim it's research!
Damn! You guessed my cunning plan!
(just the small obstacle of an acceptance stands in my way...)
Imogen, have you checked out Google Earth? (You may need to buy that new computer first.)
It took me a while to realize the satellite photos are not live...ie., I wouldn't see my kid playing out back in the garden.
Duh!
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