48 hours to go

I am still in Nottingham, but getting closer to Adventure Time. My 100 litre rucksack is full, although full of what I can't ever really know. I can't pick it up, I know that much. It has only the essentials - clothes for a week, maybe two if I'm not picky or wear a bikini. The heavy things are the many kinds of suncream I seem to find necessary. Some of those are going to have to go overboard, I fear.

Tomorrow, I pick up my malaria tablets and then my train down to London!

I'm still too stressed to be excited. Somehow I've lost my flight details and I can't scan my passport because of boring problems. I just want to sleep!