You Have to Leave to Come Back
As Gary notes, I’m back. Which implies that I went away. So in case anyone hadn’t figured it out, I’ve been travelling (or procrastinating about travelling) for the last 11 months or so, and I’ve returned to London to get on with life. My travels included a trip to Peru, a couple of trips to Devon, numerous visits to London, and a four-month epic voyage through Thailand, Australia, New Zealand and Singapore. And I’ve got lots of stories to tell.
I’m proud to say that I bucked the trend amongst the travellertariat, and didn’t keep a diary along the way. Well, I tried in Peru, gave up quickly, and I have to say that it was more turgid than my usual rantings. So I’m hoping that time will act as a kind of filter, and only the most interesting stuff will remain. But don’t expect me to remember anyone’s name. I can’t do that at the best of times, never mind when I was meeting new people pretty much every day for months on end. So over the next few months (and years), the Travel section will hopefully fill with all the interesting little anecdotes about life abroad. I guess I’ll need to work fairly quickly though, since I’m already stroking my chin, and eyeing up which places are next on my hitlist…