Four days to go...
Four years ago Luke and I we're sitting at the local trickling beer to the gut. As always it was a quiet one. The travels in 52 following Alberto Granado and Ernesto Guevara still fresh in our minds after watching a film named the Motorcycle Diaries.
''Why don't we hit up South America after you return from Uni?''
''Sure, why not?''
Such simplicity seems a lost dream now we're living the days of sorting out bank accounts, hostel reservations, vaccinations and watching the pennies roll down the drain as our wallets become thin and packs become thick. We now await the twenty two hour bus rides, the sunsets over the Andes, the laughs and cervezas being tossed between friends, the tears, the arguments and especially the smiles. We have been patient.
Thank you to everyone who has helped us out with tips, tricks and tick pickers! Thank you to those who have inspired us. Thank you to the people who told us it wouldn't happen. Because it is, so to you I flick the finger :-)
The sun of Southend will be patient now until we meet it's gaze again. Whenever that'll be.. It's time to leave :-)