Esther's Adventure

Here goes...

I get back to the big smoke by landing in Luton at 22.50 on the evening of the 3rd of January 08. Imagine going from the beauty of the Swiss Alps, to Luton on a dark, cold, foggy night. The thought of now having to queue for the shuttle bus to take me to a cold platform, then to wait for a British Rail train to take me to Kings X, THEN having to get across London to Fulham... I feel knackered and my back's hurting. Whilst waiting in the queue for passports I see a familiar face. Dan whom I knew from Felden Street! Maybe we could combine to take a cab? Please??! $60 between three for a black cab to Fulham, great!. I get home just after midnight...

Planning and organisation is unfortunately not always my forte. I seem to panic about it. I sort of wander round and all my thoughts just whiz round my mind in complete confusion. I think the problem at the moment is I seem to be continually packing, and for different reasons. Firstly the travel packing...my small rucksack of essentials for the year (I still haven’t bought the pack so who knows if my 'essentials 'will fit in the max 50 litre bag I intend on getting, probably not). Secondly there was the packing to go snowboarding, which coupled with the imminent house packing up to move to Brussels in the back of my mind. Resulted in... no pants in Switzerland (well one pair) and only one pair of jeans apart from my snowboard trousers and two pairs of tights (to wear with what?).

So now I sit in the study at home with mum's gardening back brace on, having moved most of my crap to Brussels, and knowing that all I have at home is my travel possessions and a small collection of last week in London stuff. Filing and warm clothes till I go. I will need to store them somewhere, hopefully at Claudine's or Godrich DC.

Spending last evening with the family tonight. Going to Huis Istas where I will mostly be eating salad crevette gris. Lisa I'll be thinking of you...in fact I will call you after this.

Over and out...