Thought she had all the time in the world? Not when you’ve got to get to the church on time to be bridesmaid for your best mate.
So, the inheritance is spent, and the tan faded? I’ve gone (to the dogs), in Walthamstow. Living there, that is.
Quick recap please. (It can’t possibly be over, over!) The travel CV looks something like this:
Intrepid heroine moments:
Sailing high seas; crossing deserts and mountains; braving three cyclones, 45oC heat, rapids, jungles, earthquakes, giant red centipedes and wetas; missing planes; running for trains.
Been: seasick, sunburnt, bitten, bruised; had stomach bugs, heat exhaustion and bad back. (And that’s just the standard issue traveller stuff!)
Been a good Catholic girl:
Said my prayers in: mosques, Jain, Sikh and Hindu temples; doing my Buddhist prayer wheels; Tibetan astrology; and receiving various blessings (and boy, did I need ’em!).
Getting there on anything that moves:
Planes, boats, trains, sleeper trains, buses, motorbikes, scooters, tuk-tuks, rickshaws, songthaews, bamboo raft, kayak, and the occasional elephant and camel.
Game enough to try:
Local beer and whiskey; kava; lassi; bush beer; bird’s nest and white fungus drink. (All in the name of science, you understand).
Gone native in;
Salwar kameez (India); krama (Cambodian headscarf); cheong-sam (Vietnam); pareu (Cook Islands); and daily fresh frangipani behind my ear (which I really miss).
Collapsed with exhaustion (from the above) in:
Old maharajah’s palaces, tents, hostels, fleapit guesthouses; on village hut floors, boats, beaches and trains; in 5 star hotels (despite thinking they’d ask me to leave at any moment).
Ooer. I’m dizzy just reading it. It has been an amazing journey.
Wot? No life lessons then? Erm. Yes. Those too. For me particularly: impermanence, the connectedness of all of us, letting go, and the importance of those you love. (Oh, and chopstick skills).
Aaww. A massive thank you to everyone for all your support, and taking the time to read my ramblings.