Travelling Man

Every Monday night about 11pm I arrive at Vienna airport, usually with one or more fellow travelling contractors, jump in a taxi to the serviced apartment and empty my pockets. Tonight I noticed for the first time how many of the contents of my pockets give away my nomadic lifestyle. It's very unglamorous, and it has to be said: I'll be glad to get back home for a stretch longer than a weekend (only a couple more months to go!)