This is the mess that is my back bedroom. Gear everywhere waiting to be sorted and packed. I fly on19th April and start walking around 25th. I feel incredibly excited, chomping at the bit and at the same time frustrated by having to move all my stuff into storage (thanks Mum, tracy and Liam) and the beaurocracy we have nowadays of Visa's, insurance, and paper work.
I remember the good old days of buying a ferry ticket, stuffing what I needed in a rucksack, and sailing off somewhere . . .