Like most, I had a jam-packed diary for 2020. House move, three weddings, two hen parties and trips to six different countries – to name a few. But then, COVID-19 happened, and I was resigned to the fact that, actually, none of that would be happening this year.
That is until Friday 3rd July, when the government announced 59 blissful travel corridors that would open up just a week later. This effectively listed a selection of countries and territories (largely in Europe) that were exempt from the FCO’s advice to ‘ban all but essential travel’. It also meant that, when visiting said countries, there would now be no need to self-quarantine for 14 days on my return to the UK. Freedom!
You didn’t need to tell me twice. Desperate to see how the pandemic had changed the landscape of air travel and holidays, I booked a flight to Germany for the first weekend that the world (or at least, some of it) reopened. Here’s how it went: