The Lone Traveller
I leave for my trip, as a lone traveller, in less than 48 hours, so my preparations are really ramping up. I have drawn up the ultimate packing list.
Meanwhile unhelpful Son decided to do something helpful! He Googled ‘Things that can kill you in Sri Lanka’ and found:
‘Sri Lanka is home to a spider the size of a dinner plate. With a leg span that can reach up to a rather terrifying ten inches, the Fringed Ornamental Spider is the second largest in the tarantula family’
‘Sri Lanka is known as having the most venomous snakes of any country in the world’
Thanks Son, if only you had applied as much enthusiasm to your university research you might have kept out of the Uni Bar for a few hours longer last term. However, I did decide that I must get better at dealing with these critters, so I have allowed one daddy long legs to enter my office without fear of being squashed to the door frame with the sole of a Kurt Geiger.
I have also folded 3 fitted sheets this week, which I feel is good practice for wrestling with any boa constrictor. As if this was not stressful enough, I am trying to condense ‘How to Run a House’ into one document for Husband to follow.
Having run my own business for 20 years, I am not bad at Excel, but never have I had to concoct such a complicated spread sheet. No wonder I am buggering off. I need a break from trying to remember website passwords and whose mobile phone is with which provider. Let alone being on top of who has finished all the blueberries and granola, so no one turns into a cereal killer.
To be honest my biggest challenge is the packing. Being super-organised, I have bought everything I needed to get on my ultimate packing list, plus a bit more. I am worried about fitting it all into my 110 litre ‘super’ rucksack. There is a lot of kit. 3 months’ supply of anti-wrinkle cream weighs a serious amount. I am guessing at least 2 kg. I also have 2 large bottles of anti-frizz hair product and I AM taking my Babyliss Hot Brush.
If I am going to put any photos on my shiny new Instagram page, I am not having my mates saying, ‘Christ Jayne looks rough when there isn’t a Toni & Guy around the corner.’ I already have a few Insta followers (6) and one is called ‘MILF Hunter’. Unhelpful Son thinks I should delete ‘that perv’ but, you know what, at my age I am bloody delighted he is following me….
The problem will be actually carrying this 10 stone back pack into Gatwick Airport. I do not want to fall flat on my back at the check-in desk and resemble a stranded Ninja Mutant Turtle. I am not looking an arse until I have at least left the country…
Goodbye Lingfield, Asia here comes the lone traveller! Next post from Nepal, if I don’t get lost in Istanbul…
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