Getting bookings outside Sligo means a lot of driving. My little Corolla's seen more miles than most commercial taxi services at this point. Last week I had three clients spread across Galway, Mayo, and back home. That's not just a trip. That's a whole day's work before I even get to the actual work.
Fuel costs are no joke in rural Ireland. I track everything meticulously. Every tank, every kilometer. You can't just wing this when you're working outside the cities. One bad month of calculations and you're losing money faster than you're making it.
Small towns mean everybody knows everybody. I'm careful about routes, about timing. I never want to run into someone who might recognize me. A wrong turn in Castlebar could mean seeing my cousin's friend's husband at a petrol station. Not ideal.
My phone's GPS is my best friend. Seriously. Those back roads can be a maze. One wrong turn and you're suddenly on a sheep track instead of a proper road. I've learned to download offline maps. Mobile signal out here can be temperamental.
Rural escort work isn't glamorous. It's practical. It's about planning, discretion, and making sure your car doesn't break down somewhere between nowhere and nowhere else.