Midnight, and I have just turned 22 in the middle of a rice paddy somewhere in Madagascar. Lisa has got her shoe stuck in the mud and, wobbling on one leg, retrieved it looking like a large wet brick. We were all laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of our situation when I checked my watch and realised that it was now my birthday.
It has taken me 3 months to get here, rarely travelling faster than the wind or I could propel myself, yet in less than 12 hours I will be back where I started at my parent’s front door.
Aware that I was about to spend a number of weeks in a confined space with limited options for stretching my legs or being alone, I hired a bicycle and set off to build up my leg muscles and store up some alone time on a 5 day cycle and wild camping tour of Lanzarote.
It’s harder to write about where I’ve been and what we’ve done than events from long ago, or inspiration for my journey. I wonder if it is interesting to anyone other than my mum? Possibly not, but this is supposed to be a blog about what I’m doing now as well as all the other stuff, so I should at least try.