Don’t know when I’ll be back again…
Well I’ll be arriving in Manchester at 08:30 GMT tomorrow morning. I’m writing this with a bit of a lump in my throat and a slight cloudiness of my eyes. I don’t want to go home, but I’m hot, tired and I think Katie and I would probably end up killing each other if we had to keep travelling together.
It’s been a wild ride, dear readers and we’ve consumed a massive amount of caffine and a fair amount of alcohol on the way. I don’t think we could have asked for more than that.
Have I learned anything on the way? Maybe I should write something here about how my eyes have been opened to the wider world and to different cultures. Maybe I should write that I’ve learned not to eat orange mud. Maybe I’ve learned something else entirely and I’ll only figure it out over the course of time.
I’ll keep blogging though, but maybe smaller adventures and lesser journeys from now on.