At some point in one’s I-Shall-Write-A-Blog madness, it will occur to the discerning author that one must actually start writing.
I have hit that point. This evening, I received part of my itinerary for a trip I have wanted to take for a very long time. I started planning this blog only a few days ago, and whether I manage to keep it up remains to be seen. But it is something I would like to chronicle, so at least the will is there.
I am going back. This will be my first time re-visiting one of the many countries I have lived in (outside of Europe and America), and I’m stoked. Totally stoked, and it hasn’t quite hit me that I’m only ten days and a wake-up!
Vientiane, Laos. That’s the ultimate destination, with a few stops before-hand.
That’s Southeast Asia, mate; bombed the crap out of them in the ’60s and ’70s? Yeah, that’s the one. Laos. My first remembered home.
I’m going back. It’s been about forty years(ish), and I’m going back.
What a long, strange trip it’s been!