There’s a reason why Thelma and Louise’s road trip didn’t end well. Women should not be trusted to travel alone. Bridget and I are examples of this after an accident-prone trip to Bahrain.Firstly, Bridget lost the keys to the case carrying our mega presentation, which resulted in a trip to a DIY store to get the lock ripped off. Then, we had to summon the car hire company as the car wasn’t moving – they could barely contain their laughter as they told us we had to turn the engine on first (don’t ask). We were forced to sip on restorative shandies until some semblance of dignity was restored. Finally, I had to snap back into reality after an attempt to stalk a cute guy on my flight. He was the spitting image of Jude Law, but with less metrosexual hair, and preppie glasses. When I saw him in Dubai Duty Free, speaking into his mobile with what can only be described as an Oirish lilt, I was rendered speechless (and motionless) in the Chablis aisle.