Nerves

I have re-named my trip in my head. No longer the Melbourne to London Overland, it is the Singapore to Scotland Overland. With the long-postponed Wool and Whisky Tour of Scotland to finish up.

I am deep in thoughts of 'Why am I doing this?' and 'But I don't like travelling.' and 'Didn't I decide last time that the next time I got the urge to travel that I would just find a nice program on telly about far off places and enjoy being clean and dry and comfortable while I watched it?' and 'What if I can't find any internet.'

At least I know what to expect and I am ready for that funny feeling I get when I put down my bag. The 'Well, now what' of being in a new place with no routines or habits to fall back on.

I am mostly organised. Including a new hair cut.

It's hard to tell, but there is only about 1/5 of it left. I got it thinned for the 30+ weather over the next couple of weeks (months).

I am going to go and think about Uzbekistan and spindles and read Among the Tibetans by Isabella L. Bird, 1894.