Ever been in the grip of an overwhelming craving? Well, mine was the most unusual. Maybe the intensity of cravings is something you forget, but this was more than anything I can ever remember.
On the journey to London Victoria I discovered I’d left a sandwich at home (vegetarian turkey&stuffing), thinking I’d packed it but only realising I’d hadn’t when starting my lunch on the train. Suddenly the taste of that sandwich would have been the most wonderful thing. I even considered finding a Tesco in London. This craving was becoming all-consuming, to the point it might cause me to make some stupid error for a lack of focus on the travel. Somehow I got through the oftentimes tricky tube system. Having some familiarity with it helps, but thought it was only a matter of time before I made a slip-up. But somehow made it ok to St Pancras. I had a vague hope there’d be a vegetarian shop (not just restaurant) at this massive international station. But no.
Once on the Eurostar my hope for a turkey-substitute sandwich was all but gone. But the craving hadn’t. It’s not that I consider myself to have an addictive personality – although giving up alcohol would be a challenge. I can usually go a week without it, without craving it. But what I was experiencing then went so much deeper than mere hunger.
The worst thing is knowing something you could have had is now unobtainable.
There was so much to look forward on the trip. I had to forget about this flipping sandwich!
Read more of my travels: Sin Cities (Amazon UK)
Amateur Travels 