For nearly 14 years I used to be a coach driver. Driving here, there and everywhere with different groups. Sometimes with a guide, most of the time I did the guiding. And then I decided I wanted change. A new challenge. A new place. And I moved to Norway and now I work as a bus driver.
|Find the birdy...|
The job I have is okay. Full time, good pay, nice hours. The scenery here is fantastic. The people are nice. And then I look at some old photos and it all comes flooding back. The bird watching tour through the Netherlands with a load of Scots. The tour to the Provence with a school. The trips to London, Italy, Germany, Ireland, Scotland.
|The low clouds lifting from the Cliffs of Moher in Ireland|
The things I saw, the people I met, the experiences. So many memories of good times. But also of some not so good times. Getting lost, accidents, sick people, being on your own in a hotel.
|An open air museum in Denmark. It was brilliant!!|
I wonder sometimes whether I should try and become a coach driver here in Norway. But, my touring colleagues don't do much touring, let alone abroad, the pay is slightly worse and the touring they do do, is quite often at night or on the weekends.
So, the photos and the memories will have to do.