Although it’s better being Roger, being young has it’s attractions too. It feels liberating to be able to leave home and all it’s attendant concerns behind and go on a sixteen day adventure cum escapade somewhere else. I imagine that were I older and more bound to my routine life, to do such a thing would be harder, and indeed more costly.
The summer holidays have passed me by, in the blink of an eye. (that was a horribly cheesy sentence but I could not resist the rhyme) The earyly part of it was supremely slack and fairly carefree, though largely forgettable. The past four weeks, in contrast, were packed with activity. I found them exciting, dramatic, hectic, stressful, fun and even epic. And I leave for a sixteen day break finding myself bemused by the juxtaposition between the events of the past four weeks and my expectations of the coming holiday.
A friend of mine asked why I blog only while on holiday. I suppose it is because I want to make the most of my holiday. By reflecting and writing when i have time to blog, I relive the day when it is freshest in my memory. By blogging in real-time, I create an immediate and closer connection with our readers. Although taxing to some extent, it is quite fun this way.
And so it is that I write this at the budget terminal, 1 hour and twenty minutes before we fly to Vietnam. While it is not without care for what happens back home that I leave, I quite look forward to my first time in Vietnam.
