Driving Weariness
September 27th 2007 20:01
We’ve done more driving in England than we’ve ever done in NZ, I would think. To get from A to B in NZ, especially in our city of Dunedin, you just get in the car, and ten minutes you’re there, give or take a couple of minutes.
Here in the UK, even from our ‘base camp’ as I call it, it takes at least a quarter of an hour to get to the next relative, maybe ten more minutes to get to the next (if we don’t get lost) and at least twenty-five to get to the nearest major city (Norwich, in this case).
When we went camping recently, we drove more in the two and a bit weeks we were away than I think I’ve ever driven in my life. We seemed to be on the road constantly, and came home suffering from fatigue in a major sense.
Driving is work, with emphasis!
Every time I get out of the car at the moment, I have to unwind myself somehow, because my body is becoming increasingly unhappy at having to sit so much in a bucket seat. (Our car at home has straight up and down seats; much more comfortable and better for one’s posture.) And because driving tends to be the norm, I’m not getting the exercise I’d normally get with walking. I can’t walk to most places I need to go.
I went for a walk a couple of weeks ago, around the village where we’re staying. My body kept asking: What is this new thing we’re doing?
Here in the UK, even from our ‘base camp’ as I call it, it takes at least a quarter of an hour to get to the next relative, maybe ten more minutes to get to the next (if we don’t get lost) and at least twenty-five to get to the nearest major city (Norwich, in this case).
When we went camping recently, we drove more in the two and a bit weeks we were away than I think I’ve ever driven in my life. We seemed to be on the road constantly, and came home suffering from fatigue in a major sense.
Driving is work, with emphasis!
Every time I get out of the car at the moment, I have to unwind myself somehow, because my body is becoming increasingly unhappy at having to sit so much in a bucket seat. (Our car at home has straight up and down seats; much more comfortable and better for one’s posture.) And because driving tends to be the norm, I’m not getting the exercise I’d normally get with walking. I can’t walk to most places I need to go.
I went for a walk a couple of weeks ago, around the village where we’re staying. My body kept asking: What is this new thing we’re doing?
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