So I went a-travellin' over Christmas to see family.
Despite knowing that the 'Covid restrictions' are largely in people's heads and not actual reality, I felt a bit nervous about going and doubtful I would get there and back without a hitch.
Media propaganda works very well. Even when you consciously don't believe it and actively expose it for a living, you're still subjected to its pernicious effects. Before going I was psychologically preparing myself for the likelihood of at least *some* form of harassment from a govt goon for 'committing the crime of non-essential travel', having 'insufficient papers' or gathering with 'more than the permitted number of members from different households', etcetera ad nauseum.
But apart from the irritation of having my zippo 'confiscated and safely destroyed because terrorism' at my departure airport, the trip went completely smoothly. There was so little 'Covid restriction' at my destination airport, the face muzzle I'd taken off mid-flight so that I could drink my mini-bottle of cava never went back on and no one said a word about it as I sauntered through 'security' and out of the airport.
Heck, on my way out, I even passed the empty 'Covid PCR & Health Check-up Control Area', laughed at the fact that no one was there, then doubled back to take photos of it.
The destination country, by the way, was Spain - the 'strictest' country in Europe regarding 'Covid restrictions'.
It's all a load of bollocks. Unless your flight or means of transport has been physically grounded, go holiday; go see whoever you want to see. (While you can. 'Restrictions' may, sooner or later, bite for real. For now they remain a media phantasm.)