Another thing that’s happened to me on a few occasions when was tramping is that I’ve been driving on a motorway somewhere and all of a sudden I haven’t got a clue where I am. M1, M2, M3, M4, M5, M6? Haven’t got a scooby. Have no idea where I am going or where I started out from.
It’s always been a curiosity rather than something which panicked me because I knew that as soon as I got to the first advance warning board for the next junction then reality would kick back in, and it always did. But it was quite surreal floating along being totally lost somewhere I would have been to thousands of times before.