ahhhhhhhhhhh, 36 hours to go. I’m all packed, everything fits in my rucksack, just, and at the moment I don’t think I’ve forgotten anything. (That’s bound to change in the next 24 hours.) I’ve discounted the option of third world child slavery as my bag is far too heavy for them to carry even for a dollar a day. Considering I am about to head off into the unknown and give up all the comforts of home (currently eating crisps and drinking wine) I am very calm and not at all nervous. Mind you the wine come from New Zealand and all being well I’ll be there in a month’s time. It’s all a bit surreal really, I’ve been thinking about a trip like this for years and with one thing and another I recon most
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