Last dayz

What a great week it's been.
It started off a bit rough; delayed flight out of nice, missed connection in Gatwick, missed the last boat once I did make it to guernsey, unexpected hotel stay etc
But I finally made it to The island, packed my belongings and sent them off to be shipped.

I've spent every day this week preparing for the next part in my adventure.
Making sure Melinda is top fit for the trip, organising insurances, fitting a few final items to Melinda, getting my camera cleaned and finally ensuring that I will be fit enough to take on this mammoth feat.
3 months on the road, many thousands of kilometres, nights under the stars, strange and wonderful foods and people.
It will be epic.

I'll also be sure to catch up with a few friends along the way, go to all the parties I can, push my physical, emotional and spiritual limits.

From the glaciers and volcanoes in Iceland to the monkeys of Gibraltar, the German beer to the whisky Of Skye.  It just has to be done, and what better person to do it.
I invite you to follow my (mis) adventures.
Laugh because of me or at me, it's all the same to me. Just keep smiling.

I hope our paths will cross sooner or later.

Time and tide wait for no man...

Time just seems to be escaping me.
I've done nothing and plenty in the past month.

Charl, my successor, joined us and I suppose we've had an extended hand-over period. He's been given some time-off which works out quite well for me.
I can reflect on what we've covered and what's left to discuss.
It also gives me a justifiable reason for hanging on.
but he'll return next week and at the end of that week I'll leave the boat.
After that I'll have about a week to finalise everything and send my things on.

Last weekend was pretty hectic.
Saturday I got up early to see Charl off.
Later, whilst I was out walking, I stubbed my toe and broke it.
I didn't realise it was broken till I got back on the boat and removed my socks.
Somehow I thought a broken toe would appear...more broken
Just some bruising and a little pain.  I think it's ok now.
Then while having beers with the Chef, my tooth broke.
Admittedly, I'd been having a bit of pain and had visited the dentist in the week, but he'd given me the all-clear.

What a day!

Yesterday I sat down and decided that the time had come to start organising my exit.
I have provisionally made plans for flights (Nice-Gatwick-Guernsey)
I've booked my ferry from Guernsey-St Malo.

Now it's just a matter of waiting for the time to pass.
Think I'll try out my five-finger shoes and see if my toe has actually healed