Only 55 hours to go and we'll be in the big metal bird to South America. I'm struggling to plan in advance, which I usually do anyway. I can't visualise a place until I've been there once. Hell, I'm even struggling to motivate myself to pack. All I seem to want to do is sit on my arse. But pack and prepare I must.
I have my books to read. There should be sufficient there to keep me occupied for the duration of the holiday. All hopefully relatively easy-going in terms of the work required to get into them, I have
- The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency
- Twilight
- New Moon
- Eclipse
- A Killing Frost (which will remain at the bottom of the list)
I may yet still decide to take "The Selfish Gene" with me. I am also slightly tempted to get something phillosophical, some Sartre or something, but I don't want to overburden my head.
I am looking forward to warm, dry-baked days with silvery sands lapped by cerulean blue seas. Lazy afternoons watching the world go by. Time spent away from the world with just J for company.
I'm planning to spend some time exploring some of the Mayan culture and archeological sites. Chichen Itza isn't that far away, and is ranked as one of the new wonders of the world.
More than anything, I'm looking forward to the rest. I am fully expecting to return to the UK as a repaired and fully functioning human being again, instead of the broken shell that I currently am.