I've been fantasising about a solo endeavor for some time (and by that i do not mean any form of eononism), so when the chance rose, I had to embrace it and seize the opportunity before it slipped between my twitchy fingers and the deadline to use my prepaid ticket expired...So the date approaches and I am getting my head around the fact that I am going to be pretty much on my own, in a foreign country, with no clue where to go except the vague notion that my final destination is an island somewhere off Thailand. Not one to enjoy or partake in the ancient art of backpacking, I am about to embark on a journey of adventure and self discovery... From Monaco, to the unknown...
Indeed, how does the person (male or female) who's idea of camping is a two star hotel with continental breakfast included survive in a world where I am told not to drink anything that has not been bottled? That's quite alright as I do not really drink from taps, unless absolutely necessary, like if you are really hung over and forgot to bring a bottle of water to the bedside...Also, I am not a big fan of the very useful backpack, and despite the wise advise of friends who have previously done this sort of thing, I am carrying a duffel bag, as the suggestion of using of a wheelie suit case was greeted with gasps of horror, as I had just suggested travelling across Thailand as a one woman band, along with ankle bells, cymbals between the knees and double base drum strapped to my belly, dressed in a backless catsuit and pointy hat...
I am just getting my head around the fact that my cousin, who was supposed to come along with me, has decided that he would much rather stay in great Blighty, so much does he enjoy the friendly climes East Anglia... So I travel into the unknown, sans cousin... Maybe he will suprise me somewhere along the way!
A sinner has no past, a saint has no future..
