36 Hours to go

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 people thought I’d never actually do it.

Why is it that everyone that knows me all say the same thing; “this is going to be a trip of a lifetime…you must enjoy every minute of it” - That’s a hell of a lot to live up to, I’ll feel like crap if it’s the worse experience of my life.

I know this trip is not going to be all sun, fun and pretty views. There are bound to be times when nothing goes right and all I want to do is fall into my own bed (sounds like a typical day at the Gupshill Manor) but without those days it wouldn’t be a true experience.

Right enough rambling; this typing is impeding my ability to drink wine.

I hope you guys enjoy reading my journal over the next 6 months. I will make a big effort to keep it up to date so even if you would rather spend the evening swapping fashion tips with Pete Burns please make the effort and read it, after all the only reason I’m writing this is to make you all feel very jealous and for once be the person having a great time in another country.

Take care everyone and see you all in 6 months.

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