My job: flight of fancy it ain’t

WHEN I tell people what I do for a living, their eyes widen.

Travel writer? Isn’t that up there with fantasy jobs like astronaut, fire-fighter and princess?

They picture me swanning around the world on five-star junkets, or swashbuckling through the jungle like Indiana Jones — a jammy so-and-so on a full-time holiday, the only teensy-weensy catch being that I have to write about it.