Pre-Trip (D-Day minus 7)

I was trying to think of a phrase to sum up how I'm feeling at the moment. Perhaps it should have been "I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again..." except that song starts with the words 'All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go' which is a lie. I guess it's how all good journeys should really start although that would require firstly locating the aforementioned bag. At the moment I have several bags but they all seem to either be 1. full of stuff from moving or 2. buried under stuff from moving. So I guess my mission for the next week is to completely re-arrange all the crap I have accumulated over the past 25 years until I have a spare bag to pack.

I'm almost all booked now - just chasing up a tour (you wouldn't think it would be so bloody hard to give people money) and then a few last odds and ends. For those who don't know, my first stop will be London for four days and then I head off to Rome and wander Italy for while. Am looking forward to using some attrociously bad Italian from highschool. Then it's off to Eastern Europe and then onto Germany and a reunion with Elly and Torsten.

I'm hoping to use this blog as a way to keep in touch with people. I'm not sure how much internet access I'll get (Europe being so backwards and all) but that way I can send proper emails instead of that mass-produced dribble found on group emails. I can save that for here :o)