So it feels like time for reflection. As we sit at SF airport awaiting our flight to London. I am depressed enough to cry about this journey coming to an end, though John is excited about getting back to the UK and seeing how we react and feel. I’ve already decided I will feel SHIT. …
I’m not ready to hang up my travelling boots. I have started discussing with John a plan I am hatching for some time in the mid 2020s when Alula no longer needs stationary parents (or nearby parents for that matter) when we will buy an old airstream and drive across and around the Americas for …
Dear Alula Today you are four and you just told me the following things: That you love me as many houses we have lived in (that’s such a lot isn’t it mummy?) and as big as the waves and as dark as the night when you are sleeping and how big the moon is and …
‘I’m going out there. I have to move that potato.’ ‘Ok,’ I whisper, thinking you are on your own buddy. John disappears through the canvas flap. He is gone a long time. I hear rustling. Then I hear gallumping, paw-pounding sounds. Right near my head. Then I hear John breathlessly re-entering the tent. ‘Did you …
5. Cycling. John says cycling up the volcano in Bali. If you recall I cycled DOWN. Except it wasn’t down. So that doesn’t feature on my highlight list. But cycling around the riverfront in Perth does. Because it was flat. 6. Swimming to Palolem Purely because I made it. 7. 12 hour train ride to …
We have seven days before we head back to London. I can’t believe we’ve been away 7 months. It’s been easily the best 7 months of my life so I’m kind of reeling with premature holiday blues whilst also enjoying the best time of the trip so far. Not that it’s over. On the one …
There is only the road. Long, dusty, hilly, deserty and deserted. Then there is the fuel gauge – red, flashing, beeping and 2 miles till empty. ‘Crap crap crap’ ‘Don’t stress. It won’t help.’ ‘But what if we break down out here.’ (I’m so not walking is the subtext. I’ll be like those people who …
I’m not sure if you’ve seen Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs (possibly the best children’s film to be made in decades) but there’s a great scene in it when this fat bloke takes on some man-size roasted chickens and he ends up looking like this… Well that’s what I wanted to do with my …
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