h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I've got a long-travelling job (or more correctly, used to have, till I started leaving that aspect to more enthusiastic and fitter specimens). We're all of us engineers working in capital projects in far-flung places.
Over nearly thirty years, my own stories include interminable train rides through central Russia and India, a marooning in Alaska and one brain-frying eight-day odyssey that took in five continents.
It's the head-thing that's most important. If it's interesting and not too frightening, then it's no chore. I'd rather be travelling than be stuck in an airport departure lounge for twenty-four hours, for sure.
My own favourite story belongs to my boss, not me. He flew to Sydney at the behest of a client for a (so they decided) imperative project meeting. He got back on the plane to London literally seven hours after arrival in Oz, in order to fulfil another commitment. At our insistence, the client arranged to meet in a hotel near the airport. There was a Star Trek convention going on in the hotel at the same time. There's something very appropriate, in a mad world like that one, about Wookies wandering through the foyer and sharing the lift with an Ewok.

Thats pretty bad. I had a colleague who went from UK to South Africa for a meeting and stayed 1 night.

I also had a colleague who went home for the weekend whilst working in Germany. He lived in Montreal.