Anyone who has ever traveled with me knows that I hate flying. I get horrendously airsick. Taxi-ing on the tarmac is an exercise in misery. If I’m lucky, I’ll fall asleep the moment we hit cruising altitude. If I’m not lucky, even a short flight feels like it takes years.

Unfortunately, driving is not any better, and God help me if I have to get anywhere by boat. Under those circumstances I either crank the fan in my face, or stand out on deck and hope for the best.