This morning – right now, in fact – I find myself sitting in front of a computer in an office adjoining a laboratory.
This isn’t right, is it? Is it?
Surely there should be boats and fields and seaside and beer and family and sunshine?
Sure there should be… freedom?
But no. We’re back, after yesterday’s marathon twenty-something hour trip. It’s been a truly amazing few weeks away and I’m not quite ready for this sudden return to work. There’s sleep to make up, thoughts to process, photos to edit, stories to share (oh, so many stories – this one was eventful), reviews to post.
And on top of all that, there’s real life to catch up on.
I’m in that weird place between the exhilaration of travel and the crushing realisation that it’s all over. Limbo. A twilight zone.
Forgive me while I get things in order here.
Believe me, I’ll be in touch soon.
OK, so what follows is… well, for the next few weeks at least… is a combination of pre-written posts and juicy fresh content.
Pre-written posts because I want to have a break without having to be concerned about needing to blog every day, and there’s no way I can guarantee a decent (or indeed any) internet connection wherever we may be. But I recognise that there’s a demand for blog posts on here and I want to keep that record of a post every day going. Because I’m a bit obsessive like that.
Deal with it.
Also, I’m trying an experiment whereby I publish a post at the same time each day: 0800 CAT in this particular case (like this one, see?). Apparently, this is the best way to blog [citation required], although I tend to just post stuff once it’s written. And usually it’s not written by 0800 CAT. However, when you’re writing stuff in advance, it’s always written by 0800 CAT. So I’m giving it a go.
Oh, and juicy fresh content because I enjoy blogging, because my most important reader is me and because there will inevitably be things I will want to share while we’re away. If interest, internet and inclination ever meet (and I’m sure that they will), I’ll be popping thoughts, photos, opinions and whatever else on here.
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Weirdly (for us at least), we’re only flying out later this evening, so we’ve got a spare day to get all those last minute jobs to get done. Hair will be cut, the beagle will be bathed, the housesitters will get their final instructions, decisions on which bottles of brandy will be packed will be made (spoiler: it’s most of them).
I am trembling with mounting anticipation.
After a weekend which wasn’t even supposed to be spent at home in Cape Town, I find myself completely drained. I’ve done about a million jobs that I didn’t even know needed doing, but which – with hindsight – I’m actually glad I got out of the way.
There are a big couple of weeks ahead at work before our Europe trip, and I’ve been on the go all day, so I’m going to guide Panama a little closer to World Cup glory on the Playstation, rather than blogging this evening.
If that’s ok with you, that is?*
More – including news of Panama’s latest triumphs – tomorrow.
* or even if it’s not, to be honest.
A late one this evening. An unexpected lie-in, a Year 4 Science project and a horrendous visit to the local shopping mall – which was somehow full beyond even pre-Christmas levels – almost did for me before we headed out to see friends in the Deep South.
I selflessly fell upon my sword regarding the shopping mall, saving others from a similar hellish experience via the power of social media.
At least three individuals got in touch to say thank you, and it’s that sort of gratitude that makes my sacrifice worth it.
Also, I got lots of new coffee pods at a hugely discounted rate, which was a bit of a bonus.
So, did yesterday’s post all about Svalbard achieve its aim of
informing everyone about getting 6000 miles… a hit from Svalbard?
No. No, it didn’t.
It was a quiet day for the blog across the Northern hemisphere yesterday, and while USA, Canada, UK, Norway and Slovenia all checked in, Svalbard… didn’t.
Next week, look out for a fascinating insight into life in Turkmenistan.