Pack the bags! Gather the Passport! The time has come when the itchiness of the feet can only be cured by another trip. Bookings? Tick. Travel Companion? Tick. Five weeks of new sights and sounds. Strange languages and customs. Anonymity. Freedom. Tick. Tick. Tick. All that makes life worth while if you are born a nomad!
Do we nomads really have gypsy genes? I think so. I remember way back - I was about ten years old and my cousin was leaving Sydney to travel to the northern hemisphere to live and work. I stood and watched as her ship got smaller and smaller and as she sailed out of the harbour I thought "One day that will be me". And so it was. And will be again. Always in the knowledge that I will return...and leave again...and return.
And so it is time.
Come follow...