So, that’s it, another big trip is over. After Europe, Oceania and South America in bicycle, Europe and North America in motorbike and a bit of kicking about in between I’m back on the mother land and on my way to spend a few weeks between the UK and Italy before I set off again for some far away destination.
Over the past year I have decisively turned away from place visiting and moved to people visiting. I have now a whole bunch of friends spread across the five continents and a growing desire to see them more. That said I also have friends on these shores and it’s high time I pay them some attention.
First stop is London where I spend four night catching up with Catherine, Cristiano and Isabella and finally get to meet Natalie which whom I have mostly so far interacted digitally. It is remarkable how little the day to day life has remained the same for most of my ex colleagues, as I go back into the office I realise that not only some of the problems that were there when I was working with them are still there, and it’s almost three years now, but I also realise how much I have removed from my memory of what was my daily life was.
Distance makes reevaluate people and relations, it is really nice to see these people that, perhaps, I took for granted while I was in London.
Left London it’s off to Dumfries in south of Scotland, where I’m staying with my acquired cousin Pauline and meeting her two sisters Jeanette and Shirley with their respective halves and kids for the annual Drumbuster Whiskey Festival.
A long day and a long night. Tasted 27 single malts and by the end really showing it. I started the day coming down with a cold and the whiskey din not manage to cure it. I was going to spend the next four days trying to paracetamol myself out of it.
Four days being all I had before the flight to Italy to see a whole new bunch of friends and family.
I managed to fit a whole lot of people visiting in Italy, between family and friends I kept a whole bunch of promises that I had made a long time ago and also, almost by accident caught Leticia that was to find herself in Modena at the end of my stay.
Too many to mention, the people I saw made, what at one point in my life I considered the chore of going back to Italy, a great experience. Some things however never change and that is why I live in Glasgow and not in Italy. Glasgow was where I was heading back to spend Christmas and new year and prepare for the next expedition.
So, holidays are over and it’s time to run away from this god forsaken hemisphere of ice. I will take a break from mechanic traveling and revert to backpacking for what I hope will be a rather relaxing few months. No more worrying about breaking down or not finding fuel, on we go with the worrying about how much I can carry on a plane.
I will also experiment with light packing which means no laptop and probably a much reduced possibility of publishing. Most of the things I do appear on Facebook and Instagram first anyway, but I’ll try and do round up posts when I get in the vicinity of a computer.
See you on the other side.