I know what you’re thinking, and you get that thought out of your head right now – my parents aren’t divorced. I’m what you call an “unaccompanied minor”, travelling from Auckland, New Zealand to Cambridge, England, by way of Incheon International Airport and Heathrow. I guess it’s understandable why my mum might be just a tiny little bit worried about me. “Okay, okay, you win! Jeeze, one little incident puking in the rosebushes and an all-day hangover and it haunts you for life!” “Like that time with your father’s liquor cabinet, Liam?” “You never know! Maybe I’ll want to… ‘experiment’.” “Aren’t you worried I’ll have steamy and illicit sex with my new best friend?” “Love you, Mum! Now I better clear security so I can hang out with my smoking hot escort.” I nodded over at the smiling Korean Air cabin attendant patiently waiting on the other side of the security check. I just worry, okay? It’s what we mums do.” I love my mum, I really do, but there are times when she just has to trust that I’m going to be able to figure things out on my own. It will take you all the way to King’s Cross where you get the train to Cambridge!” “And when you get to Heathrow, get on the Piccadilly line.

“Remember, when you get to Seoul, you’ve got an overnight stop, so don’t forget to grab your bag and clear customs.”