Okay, so I sold my soul and made a blog...

Hello my lovelies! Yes, after much mocking of Si and Gaz for being uber technologists, I've set up a blog as well Don't worry I'll still be sending highly uncomedy e-mails, but realised that I'd quite like some kind of diary to look back on and keep, and seeing as I'm writing and drawing it all up in notebook form anyways I thought I'd type it as well. Just to waste time.

So, I'm pretty much packed... clothes rolled up in the bottom of my backpack.. which at 65 l (not big enough according to Amelia who is the proud owner of A 90 LITRE RUCKSACK!) is roughly 1/2 to 3/4 of my height. I'm looking forward to when its stuffed full with souvenirs and I'll be top-heavy enough to bob sleigh my way around on my back!

My flight is at 9:30 am tomorrow and I'm still agonising over whether or not to sleep at the airport tonight or crash at Geeta's in Brixton... ho hum. I'll check tfl later, hopefully there'll be no mention of "replacement bus services" and all will be gravy.

It really still hasn't sunk in that I'm going! You get so caught up in planning and worrying about visas/jabs/travellers cheques/insurance/sun cream/malaria pills/how you're going to jam all your makeup into your 1cm squared washbag (I'm not taking any! Eeeeh... self enrichment etc) that the actual fact that you're going evades you until the very last moment. I don't think it'll properly hit me until I'm actually on the plane... excited and scared at the culmination of 4 months of planning, dreaming and expectations.

On a final and more serious note, I would like to dedicate this trip to Alfed Terry (23.06.2006), a man who, at the age of 11, acquired his own visa and passport, and took a train in 1938 from Vienna to England, completely alone and with barely any belongings; as well as motorbiking his way across Egypt and taking a boat from England all the way down to Tasmania. I travel with him, and everyone else, in my thoughts.