Pack it Up, Pack it in...

Ok there are officially 53 days left until I get frisked at the airport by an over zealous security guard. Not that I'm counting... I realise that knowing the exact amount of days till I leave, particularly when it's over 50, is a little bit geeky and overexcited but sod it I am overexcited (and perhaps a little bit geeky).

The amount of stuff to organise is stupid - quite frankly the stress involved makes me think I deserve a holiday.. And yes, for all you cynics, trying to decide which shoes to take and what six tops I will be wearing for the next six months IS stressful. (You can take the girl out of London...)

So yeah, in 53 days I will officially be a nomad, or as I like to think of it a vagrant.

The plan so far is Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Laos, Cambodia, Vietnam, Sumatra, Java, Bali, Lombok, Sulawesi then home cold home.  The more likely scenario is that upon arriving in Singapore I will light up a cigarette in the wrong place and end up in jail for the rest of my life but hey here's to dreaming....