10 buses, 1 train, 3 flights, 62 days, 13 hostels, 2 hotels, 8 cities, 27 stories, 3 upset tummies, 1 flu, too many hangovers and endless fun… what a self discovering journey it has been!
I remember this feeling. I`d experienced it twice every term of the school year. All kids do at boarding school. I remember staring at the clock at school as if every hour was taking a life time and before the school bell rang I`d be blue from holding my breath for so long. Then there`re the butterflies, the dry throat and anxiety. Don’t believe I got sweaty palms at that age. But it's exactly how I'm feeling now. I can't concentrate, my head's occupied by thoughts of flight numbers, times and dates. The last few days have gone by so slowly the weather and fog stopped me from hanglidding over Lima and my feet stopped me from walking the entire city. If I could do Lima again I'd only take two days. Not the highlight I was expecting, but a true insight into the capital of Peru
It took over 33 hours to make my way home. After touching down in four countries I'm finally home and haven't been looking forward to writing my last entry. Then its official. But the truth is: I'm home. And it feels as if I haven't left. I’m back at the desk where this all began. It's my birthday and I'm another year older. Wiser for sure, and looking forward to the next adventure ahead... Canada. I've decided I'm gonna learn French and move to Montreal for a few months. That will make my life in France a bit easier. For now, anyway, my dreams are limitless and I'm not even thinking about returning to work... not on my birthday anyway.
