Barriers to love

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I used to hate travelling long distance. The laborious and restless journey to the “other side of earth” is just so unappealing, when one is stranded in a confined space, and need to ask permission from a fellow traveller for permission to go to the restroom. This is simply atrocious! 

I still dislike the journey to London, but I don't loathe it that much these days. I guess with advancing age, falling asleep anywhere at will, is not such a difficult thing anymore. Besides, what better way to pass time than to indulge in old movies?