As those who know and love me, you'll be more than aware already that I'm not the most organised soul. In fact, I'm pretty much lastminute dot com on most things. That said, I DO have a plane ticket (return!) bought and paid for, and a new rucksack, torch, tent, jeans, atlas, VERY comprehensive insurance, and newly printed Rough Guide. Trouble is, I'm not ENTIRELY sure where all those things are. Or my passport.
The excuse/explanation/mitigation is that I'm moving house in two days, and somewhere among all the junk stored in various garages, cellars and bedrooms, is everything I think I'll need. Probably. So it'll be Ok. ;0) Good timing was never a strong character trait either I suppose, but buying a house and taking off on the holiday of a lifetime within days of each other is, with hindsight, perhaps biting a bit more off than even I can chew. But the days keep on passing and the crucial deadlines are almost upon me, and all seems to be ticking away as, ahem, "planned" so far. Hush! Don't break the spell.
Why am I blowing all my leave in one fell swoop by going to Australia for five weeks? And why am I causing a smidgeon of concern among my nearest and dearest by making it a solo motorbiking adventure, newby rider that I am? I'll attempt to answer that, for you and for me, in the weeks ahead, as I get - I hope - to a deeper, quieter place inside myself. I don't consciously have all the answers, or, right now at least, the ability to put it into words. I want and need this holiday for so many reasons. And I already feel a bit lost (bless!) so bring on the Red Centre, I'm not scared. Much.
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