Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Back to roots

When I first started this blog, it was intended to track quite the daring adventure. Me and the kid, chucking in life as we knew it and heading off on roads unknown in an old Landy until we ran out of either road or cash. Such beeeeg dreams :-) (Hey, there are many who have done it, it's not impossible)

But looky here - niggling thoughts in similar veins have been tapping me on the shoulder lately. I have been fighting with all I'm worth the urge to sell the businesses, pack up the house and head into the middle of nowhere. I don't know if it's the winter doldrums setting in, the posts from the Adventurists on Facebook telling tales of the upcoming Mongol Rally, or merely the realization (yet again) that life is more than just work or routine - and there is a planet out there awaiting exploration. Or simply the need to get some bushveld in my blood after too long away from it.

As I plod through the daily activities my head's elsewhere. Plotting and scheming and dreaming. Itchy feet, thirst for adventure, need for change - call it what you will.

I suspect if we could do it, we'd be off within a week.

Then again, what's really stopping us....?


Reality check - Olivia's engine's still being rebuilt. If we had to go anywhere now it would be on foot.