Travelling may afford one the opportunity to run around scantily clad without a care in the world, but hidden away in all of our tatty old backpacks should be a piece of paper worth it’s weight in kobe beef. The Insurance Policy, we simply love to hate them. I say there “should be” one hidden away, as I know there are people who choose to shun the phenomenon with hippyesque (new world alert) regard. My advice; do so at your peril.
I can’t say I enjoyed the whole experience, at times I wanted to eat the computer mouse and rub my head neurotically against the monitor. In fact I’m doing it right now… mmmm, monitor. The fact of the matter is, insurance was a necessary evil and I wasn’t going to let it get me down. You may have noticed the shameless plug adorning the sidebar, which kind of gives away my choice of insurers, so you can lay down your drums as the roll is now ruined. Continue reading ‘I’m literally, a World Nomad.’
