This week’s column is being written from a place unknown. Having joined the prime minister’s travelling press corps, I am in a state of suspended destination, unaware of where we’ll sleep tonight or what nonsense the next day might bring.

If it sounds like a silly way to write about politics, most of my fellow travellers would agree. But it does evoke a cautionary tale from three years ago, when I joined another PM on a flight to somewhere.

Prime Minister Anthony Albanese with Premier Jacinta Allan at the North East Link construction site in May last year.Credit: Joe Armao

It was an altogether strange time. As Scott Morrison’s doomed bid for re-election was nearing its grisly end, the former prime minister seemed to spend more time in the air than on the ground.

In the space of one crazy day, Morrison started campaigning in the tiny, northern Tasmanian farming community of Whitemore in the seat of Lyons, jetted up to Gough Whitlam’s old seat of Werriwa in western Sydney, and then crossed the entire continent to overnight in Perth and the marginal electoral of Swan.

It was a discombobulating travel schedule framed by Morrison’s advisers as the Liberal Party aggressively hunting two Labor seats on the east coast and doggedly attempting to defend its ground in the west.

I was trailing the PM in a jumbo of journos – the idea of actually travelling with the PM is something of a misnomer – and fascinated by the decision to stop in Werriwa, albeit briefly, just 48 hours before the polls closed.

Labor had held the seat since the war. Had Liberal Party........

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