Photos: Tour Dad
When my regular tour co-driver couldn’t make it, my Dad jumped into the driver’s seat for my national tour with just ten minutes notice. Here are a few candid snaps.
The Flight
I’m not sure if my knee had a target painted on it, or if the disgruntled flight attendants had decided among themselves for a series of deliberate attacks on my person. Whatever the reason, this was now the third time the drinks trolley had been hurled down the aisle at full speed into my knee with an eye-watering, bone-crunching collision. [Photo Credit: Gerrie van der Walt]
Wide-Eyed in Nashville
My first trip to Nashville as a twenty-something year-old involved me surviving poor luggage choices, tiny cars and a brutal fuel fiasco. [Photo Credit: Tanner Boriack]
The Campervan
I heard a quiet noise which seemed to be laughter, but I didn’t realise until later that it was coming from me. At this stage I thought it best if Mark took over the driver’s seat. [Photo Credit: David Willersdorf]