I was right about leaving Buenos Aires. It was difficult and I tried to counter this by squeezing every last drop out of my final days there. As mentioned in the last post, I had made a dinner date with American Tonia and her friends to take in a Tango Show. This was a box that I wanted to tick during my short week and it was a good opportunity to do it with company. Only one friend made it along, the others having lost themselves in the madness of St Patrick's day, and I ended up eating amazing lemon chicken [View Full Entry]

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In the end, it came with a rush. I was off to the airport, all those months of happy list-making were over and I had to face the reality of actually going. My control-freak personality had taken perverse pleasure in those little black and white security blankets and one of them even managed to make it onto the plane with me! As I laughed at myself and took a photo of the Last List, the Peruvian family next to me became curious and we began a conversation which would ramble on for the whole flight. By the end of it, they [View Full Entry]

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Well... it's starting to feel real. I just sat out on the cliff above Mona Vale Beach and let the warm breeze push me around in the dark. The past year has been such a blur of work that it has been difficult to accept that I have actually reached the goal that I have been vaguely referring to for so long. Lifting off the tarmac on Thursday is going to be like a big switch snapping into place. I'm looking forward to the rush. [View Full Entry]

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