My trips are no longer nice excursions to unknown far away places, but have now been reduced to a chauffeur driving van to the local hospital. The word “trip” now has another meaning, fall, and usually take place if I happen to get my foot caught into an immovable object with the result that gravity takes over and the object offers resistance.
It is amazing how you get to know the routine. You fall and cannot get up and then you call the ambulance. I must say the guys that arrive with the ambulance, also ladies, are well equipped and with one grip you are lifted back on your feet again. Perhaps you have had a lucky trip and nothing is broken or injured. If you are unlucky, you remain down and get a ride in the ambulance, spending a few days in hospital getting things repaired again: almost a holiday. It is just like a 5 star hotel. It might cost a little more, but the insurance pays and you get a 24 hour service.
My last real trip was when I visited my dad in England, but that was a few years ago.