Tomorrow I leave for pastures unknown! South America is calling and I am petrified. I've never travelled before. I don't even know if I like travelling. I know I don't like hostels and I know I don't like grotty toilets or someone else's hair getting wrapped around my toes. Hence the essential pair of flip-flops which will be permanently glued to my feet. I think I like my travelling companion, however after six weeks of living in each other's pockets I don't know how much that statement will still stand. But I guess it's a good adventure. It's just come around so quickly and now I have to furiously download lots of music to keep me occupied. Will The Saturdays provide a good soundtrack to my South American backdrop? Who knows! We will just have to wait and see.
So I don't really have much to say. Perhaps I will go and gaze at my backpack for a while and contemplate what lies ahead. Two months of friendship bracelet-loving hippies with matted rastafari plaits I think. Yikes, I'm petrified again.
The sign off?
Never trust a hippie...
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