DEFCON 2

So here we go. I made this blog's starting coincident with my trip's beginning. That's the only thing I have under control right now. For the next eight weeks, my ass will be jumping around trains, buses, planes, boats, cars, country borders and dirty hostels or comfortable sofas in the best case. But don't get it wrong; I love it. The hectic life others -including my mom- would repulse is what makes me feel alive. A nine-to-five job, on the other hand, just makes me daydream about the time I’ll take the next plane away.

But that doesn’t make for all the nerves one has the night before. And here is where I am right now. Deciding what to bring, what to leave (what will I use more? is it worth the extra weight of my camera? which trousers make my ass look better), making last minute preparations, calling my mate to check what time to meet, and all the usual stuff. For the last few months I’ve been preparing myself -last preparation consisted on a horrible haircut yesterday; can’t wait for my hair to grow again- for this moment and still I feel nervous and excited.

But from tomorrow, adventure starts. Well, not so much at the beginning. London is not that much of an adventure, although some might find it somehow like that. The access to Internet won’t be as usual as now. Some of my friends might think I’m dead after a few days without activity on my Facebook wall. Others just will celebrate I’m not sending them stupid requests.

The idea, while I’m on this trip, is to create at least a weekly post. If possible one per country visited. Reality will manage to spoil that, for sure, but I’ll try to do my best. Until then, now it’s time for me to make a last check and go to bed. Tomorrow, London is calling.

With the permission of Eyjafjallajökull.


(Photos to come)