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Bye, Bye Big Adventure?



Well I’m on the plane home to London and what awaits me I really don’t know. The reality of life will no doubt be masked by the mayhem of the Olympics which I am so delighted to be attending (with Tor to the Trampolining…yes it is an Olympic sport!). But the truth of the matter is - What next?

Tribulations like sorting out a phone number, all my travel insurance claims, a tax rebate and well when that runs out a job. But right now my greatest joy is heading home to the flat in East London mere minutes from the Olympic action and catching up with family and friends. I have loved the contact from friends and family over the past year, and Tom & Vicky’s blog comments, without which I wouldn’t have survived the lonely days of solo travel. So readers take a bow, You have encouraged me on and this is your raucous cheer “HOORAH” from high in the air over….Kuwait I believe.

I have been enjoying writing this blog and for the coming weeks I have a number of posts which need to be polished and posted from the Sense of India, Chandigarh, Agra Revisted, Slumming it and Hello Mumbai Bye Bye Bombay. Not to mention the Myanmar one I was meant to write many months before – I’ve almost been savouring it till the end as it really was the most amazing country of my entire year. I will keep you posted with plenty of photos and stories from my Olympic experience, as the Big Adventure was tailored to take this very local event in to account. So it’s not quite Bye Bye Big Adventure blogging just yet….If my year of travel has shown, Life itself is the Big Adventure so I doubt it ever will. 

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