Holidays

It's funny. Whenever anyone tells me to enjoy my holiday, I have to remind myself it's a holiday. It feels like a new life. It doesn't feel like a 'leaving normal life for a break', but rather a whole new adventure of a wonderful new and exciting part of everyday normality. Three months is like a whole quarter of a year. I think in my mind, holidays are two week things to not very far away where you can either ski or sit in the sun. We're going to drown in the humidity and then get very wet when it rains, and then hot and wet when it stops, and then the rain will all evaporate and we'll be briefly hot and dry, and then hot and humid and wet. People can be humid too.

We almost have visas. I almost have money. I've almost packed (or will do after I go to York tomorrow (!) and get my backpack and see my family and try to remember important things from there like my travel towel and my raincoat and my me). I totally almost have immunisation. It'll be fiiiiiiine.

We fly tomorrow evening at 10:15 from Terminal 3, arrive the next day at 3:45pm in Bangkok, and then sit in the airport until 6 something in the morning when we fly from there to Hanoi.

It's still not quite almost real, but I can feel all the excitement building like oooooh, ooooooooh, oooooooooh! Which will be lovely when it replaces eeeee, eeeeeee, eeeeeeeee!