There is a Mumford and Sons song I have been listening to on repeat for some time. I’ll try and post it…
If the link works, have a little listen. And I mean a proper listen.
‘Do not ask the price I pay
I must live with my quiet rage
Tame the ghosts in my head
They run wild and wish me dead
Should you shake my ash to the wind
Lord forget all of my sins
Oh let me die where I lie
‘Neath the curse of my lover’s eyes’
Bit depressing really eh? Sorry I’ll bring you forward to today.
It’s Peru day. Here I am at the airport, checked in, toast and mocha in hand figuring out my last minute things.
Life has been mad and I have well and truly embarked on this highly unprepared, both mentally and physically. And though there is a big nervous part of me, as I creep towards those airplane steps, I can feel that last crisp Glasgow air catch my breath. The other side is going to be very hot.
It took me until 11pm yesterday to look at my flight time. 6am. Bollocks. This gives me approximately 2 hours sleep, bearing in mind I still hadn’t packed or printed anything or actually bothered to get my head in the game. My own fault I know.
I kipped out on the sofa that night, allowed myself a few hours of slumber and sprung into action about 1am.
2.30, the bags are packed, emails sent to my family with all my trip details, itinerary and eticket printed, I think I am there.
A quick shower, the last time I’ll probably bother washing my hair for a week and I’m at the airport for 3.30am. Not bad.
‘Your check in will open at 4am.’
Oh for goodness sake!
Three last minute essentials:
– Dollars and Pounds
– Multiplug adaptor
Thank goodness for airport Boots.
See you on the flip!