We made it to the airport, and even managed to sneak in a burger at the Joint in Brixton on the way. In all honesty, I don’t know how we did. Even when we arrived at Gatwick it was all pretty surreal and hadn’t quite sunk in that we were off travelling again for the next 9months. I’m sure I’ve forgotten something as equally sure I am that I’ve packed many things I should have forgotten. Such is travelling. As long as I have my wallet and my passport and my camera (or in D’s case cameras and a bag full of Go Pro accessories..) it’ll all be ok.
And so begins the magical journey of the next nine months. As I’m sure like it’s timeframe equivalent of pregnancy, it will be exciting to start with full of unknowns and new experiences, uncomfortable and often painful at times and messy towards the end.