The Story

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.

I’m back

It’s been just under two weeks since I returned home and although I haven’t really experienced the post travelling blues that so many fellow backpackers said I would, I’ve struggled to find the inspiration or motivation to post anything on here. I’ve barely even opened up my dashboard and lost hours scrolling through the wealth of amazing and stimulating content that this site offers, an activity that had become a routine and relied on part of my day. But now I feel like I’m at place to return to boring you people with the inane goings on of my days.

The last two weeks have been spent catching up with family and friends, celebrating marriages and birthdays, and playing host to a special guest who was visiting from a foreign land. I should give thanks to all these for keeping me from falling into the inevitable comedown that follows the end of a five month lifestyle of freely roaming around the world. I’m now searching for a job to give me a bit of income so I can pursue some exciting prospects that before the trip, I didn’t even consider being a possibility. Some people say that all good things must come to end. I’m glad I haven’t run into any of these people since returning home.

5

My blog turned five years old today. Not long until it starts speaking in coherent sentences…

Bag

I had my bag stolen last night. It’s actual kind of funny as 24 hours earlier, I was in the exact same pub, with one eye constantly on my bag as at the time it contained my passport (kind of important when you’re about to embark on an eleven country holiday) and £130 worth of Malarone. Lucky for me I remembered to take those out before the second visit. Unlucky for me it did still contain a really cool bottle opener that would of been perfect for travelling. Bummer.

DST

Example 23 of 197 of me being a child in a man’s body:

  • My body clock still doesn’t register, or appreciate, Daylight Savings.

Lips

I haven’t had a shave all week. It feels like I’m playing an endless game of eat this donut without licking your lips.

Next Friday

Never have I seen a man who looks like he needs a holiday more than the poor guy who lives in my mirror. Next Friday can’t come some enough.

USA

Even though it’s the forgotten leg of my trip, the things I’m most looking forward to about being back in America are:

  • Finally seeing the West Coast
  • Not having to pay £7 for a Chipotle.

Matching

Of all the unrealistic expectations men hope for in a future partner, mine is finding a women who invariably wears matching underwear.

Switch

If I’m ever in a position where I’m able to design my own house, the first feature I’d put on the plans would be a bedroom which has a light switch next to the bed. Oh the luxury.

That beam of light which is currently blasting it’s way through a hole in my blinds is coming from the moon. Spectacular and all, I wish it would piss off doing that so I could get some much needed sleep.

That beam of light which is currently blasting it’s way through a hole in my blinds is coming from the moon. Spectacular and all, I wish it would piss off doing that so I could get some much needed sleep.